El Pájaro Chogüí

The legend tells that in a tree
There was perched a Guarani Indian
Who, startled by a cry from his mother
Lost support, and falling, died

And that in the mother's arms
By a strange spell, he turned into a chogüí

Chogüí, chogüí, chogüí, chogüí
Singing here, looking there
Looking around, flying away
Chogüí, chogüí, chogüí, chogüí
How beautiful it is, how beautifully it goes
Getting lost in the Guarani sky

And since that day, the little Indian is remembered
When you hear like an echo of the chogüí
That cheerful and boisterous song
Of the precious orange tree that repeats its singing
Jumps and pecks the oranges
Which is its favorite fruit, repeating endlessly

Chogüí, chogüí, chogüí, chogüí
Singing here, looking there
Crying and flying away
Chogüí, chogüí, chogüí, chogüí
How beautifully it goes, how beautiful it is
Getting lost in the Guarani sky