Mi Pago Señor (part. Christian Herrera y Matacos)
Hoy quiero cantarle a mi pago querido
Voy a soltar mi voz con todo el corazón
No se intimide con tanto calor
Que sigan las guitarras bajo la luz del Sol
Sobran bailarines, el vino pa compartir
Cantan chacareras, juntos con el violin
Les presento aquí, mi pago señor
No se acaba la fiesta hasta que calle el cantor
Se prende el fuego, la noche llego
El monte de fondo y el coyuyo cantor
Bermejo coplero, Pilcomayo trovador
Marcan su presencia en el norte con su voz
Lágrimas me caen al recordar
Que aunque pasen los años, mi pago no he de olvidar
Les presento aquí, mi pago señor
No se acaba la fiesta hasta que calle el cantor
My Homeland, Sir (feat. Christian Herrera and Matacos)
Today I want to sing to my beloved homeland
I'm going to let my voice out with all my heart
Don't be intimidated by the heat
Let the guitars keep playing under the Sun
Dancers abound, wine to share
They sing folk songs, along with the violin
I present to you, my homeland, sir
The party doesn't end until the singer stops
The fire ignites, the night has arrived
The mountains in the background and the chirping crickets
Bermejo the troubadour, Pilcomayo the singer
They make their presence known in the north with their voice
Tears fall as I remember
That even as the years go by, I won't forget my homeland
I present to you, my homeland, sir
The party doesn't end until the singer stops