Agüita Demorada

Come as you want, stubborn water
My guitar and dry land await you
Fill me with fireflies and fresh aloes
Open up the hope of a harvest for me

If you want me to be a very dark cloud
Tell me, my dear, and I will be my sorrow

Chacarera that I sing
While I wait
If my guitar gets wet
Let my tears be unknown to it

I already see my buddies
In the middle of the mud
Weaving through the siesta
From cart to cart

Surely you will arrive
In the early morning
Disheveled and loud
Beloved woman

That's how it goes, water
Don't delay
Lest the drought
Erase my name