Jorge Coulón - Juan Flores)
From the ocarina, rough clay,
She has my little girl when she sings with the wind,
When he speaks with my accent.
From my seed, traveling corn,
He grew simple and it was the coal of his hair
The light in my sleeplessness.
I gave him the flight that his wings use,
I gave him the sky, I gave him the sun of my deserts
And the sound of my silence.
Chacarera of my girl, follow your flight in calm,
Kiss the dawn, sleep on the clear moon,
That I wait for her in my window.
Who has the thread, fragile comet,
He keeps his heart rootless
About my scars.
From the snowdrift, giant slow,
Drink the ice, the determination to walk correctly
The majesty of time.
To my girl my song sings,
My wait, wait because you know your flight
It will germinate in my soil.
Chacarera of my girl, follow your flight in calm,
Kiss the dawn, sleep on the clear moon,
That I wait for her in my window *
Only among all we can make this a better place :)