Santiago Chango Moreno

In every chacarera
I am returning to the homeland
And I am a drum beating
If I think of you, Santiago
In every chacarera,
I am returning to the homeland.

I am Crespín when I feel
Santiago that they mention you
The devil of the macha
The heart surrounds me
I am Crespín when I feel
Santiago that they mention you

When I hear two boxes
Singing a vidala
A coyuyo of absences
It clings to my throat.
When I hear two boxes
Singing a vidala

Santiago del Estero
Is a dark-skinned chango
With music in his eyes
And a heart of a singer
Santiago del Estero
Is a dark-skinned chango

Chilalo dark skin
Bombisto and vidalero
Singer of chacareras
Bright and from Santiago
Chilalo dark skin
Bombisto and vidalero

Far from home I yearn for
The Santiago nights
And that vineyard for sky
With clusters of stars
Far from home I yearn for
The Santiago nights

To love is my destiny
And I loved in foreign lands
But to my woman from Santiago
I always return
To love is my destiny
And I loved in foreign lands

Santiago del Estero
Is a dark-skinned chango
With music in his eyes
And a heart of a singer
Santiago del Estero
Is a dark-skinned chango