Chacarera Del Violín

Violin playing in the distance
To the tune of a chacarera
With the wind it sounds sad
Like a lament of Kakuy Turay
Ay, ay, ay

Where does that old man come from
He must be Zupay himself
They say he went blind
From crying so much for Telesita
On the road to Manogasta
From Sumampa and Mailín

They have seen him pass by crying
Poor blind man playing the violin
Telesita is burning
She is crying endlessly
The poor thing is burning
The violin will always cry for her
Lord