When I sing chacarera I feel like crying, because it represents the carnival tuesday. How many streets I have run, five with the alley, to see the brunette that steals my heart. I don't know what to tell you, what suits you better, I will tell you that it is a rose from the garden of my illusion. Gentlemen, I am from Santiago, I do not deny my singing, in the cup of the hat I bring my chagrin. The tree for the winter, all the leaves closed, that's how the tastes of the night and the morning end. You say you love me a lot, I love you a lot more, we will kiss on the scale, which love will weigh more. The snake watching the dog in the field does not appear, the deceitful woman deserves two hundred sticks. Gentlemen, I am from Santiago, I do not deny my singing, in the cup of the hat I bring my chagrin.