Legend has it that in a tree
he was perched
an indian guaraní
What about being jumped by a scream from his mother
He lost support and that falling he died
And that between the maternal arms
by strange spell
in chogüi it became
Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi
Singing this flying is getting lost in the blue turkish sky
Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi
How nice this is, how nice it is getting lost in the guaraní
And since that day the Indian is remembered
When you hear that chogui echo
It's the happy and bustling song
of the beautiful orange tree that repeats his singing
Jump and peck the oranges that is your favorite fruit
Repeating incessantly
Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi
Singing this flying is getting lost in the blue turkish sky
Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi
How nice this is, how nice it is getting lost in the guaraní
Only among all we can make this a better place :)