For the Uncle Pala
He was born in the middle of the mountain
Under a felling
This chacarera
For Uncle Pala
It's getting light
The roosters are already crowing
Crossing the mountains
Heading to Pilcomayo
When in the afternoons
He brought down the flock
Singing a couplet
There in La Bajada
And now that he is old
Dreams remain
Dreams and memories
From the Chaco mountain
My uncle Pala tells
That in his younger years
To fall in love
I was very happy
A violin is heard
In the carob trees
It's Uncle Pala
For the carnivals
Carob Mountains
There on the descent
Bull mare foal
Uncle tamed the shovel