La de Cuchillo
Saca su viejo violin
Sencillito pa tocar
Juegan las melodias
En los pañuelos que al viento van
En las fiestas chaqueñas
Por esos montes de algarrobal
Brotaban coplas de amor
Al escucharlo tocar
Contaba los chaqueños
Que allá en los montes no volverán
Ese sencillo modo
Como aquel gaucho nadie ai' tocar
No hay quien te toque como él
Zamba tu naciste del más puro amor
Suena un bombo legüero
Testigo el cielo de aquel amor
Y una noche alegre de guitarreada
La de cuchillo el nombre quedó
Del alma de su violin
Salen recuerdos a andar
De aquellos años mozos
Donde de chango supo encontrar
La mano compañera de una chaqueña de ese lugar
La hermosa flor del monte
Que le dio vida a su caminar
Por el camino dejó
Huella y semillas de amor
Que han de seguir tocando
Con toda el alma y el corazón
Zambas y chacareras
Chaqueña y siempre en tono mayor
No hay quien te toque como él
Zamba tu naciste del más puro amor
Suena un bombo legüero
Testigo el cielo de aquel amor
Y una noche alegre de guitarreada
La de cuchillo el nombre quedó
The One with the Knife
He pulls out his old violin
Simple enough to play
Melodies dance
In the handkerchiefs that fly in the wind
At the parties in Chaco
Through those algarrobo hills
Love songs sprang up
When they heard him play
The locals would say
That up in the hills they won't return
That simple way
No one plays like that gaucho
No one can play like him
Zamba, you were born from the purest love
A bombo legüero beats
The sky witnesses that love
And on a joyful night of guitar strumming
The one with the knife, that's the name it got
From the soul of his violin
Memories come to roam
From those youthful years
When as a kid he found
The partner's hand of a Chaco girl from that place
The beautiful flower of the hills
That gave life to his journey
On the path he left
Footprints and seeds of love
That will keep playing
With all the soul and heart
Zambas and chacareras
Chaco and always in a major key
No one can play like him
Zamba, you were born from the purest love
A bombo legüero beats
The sky witnesses that love
And on a joyful night of guitar strumming
The one with the knife, that's the name it got