El sacha cantor
(Chacarera)
Con el encordao´ del diablo
tenías tu vieja guitarra,
llena de soles y lunas
soñando vidalas.
Deshojando chacareras
por los caminos andaba,
tupe y tupe con el vino,
las penas volteaba
Tareador de larga fama
rezador y curandero,
menos pa´ las alabanzas
en los cementerios.
Abrazao con tu guitarra
volcabas coplas dichosas,
Sacha, cantor de mi pago,
de la voz arenosa.
En las zorras viñateras
costeándolo al vinalar,
de poncho y sombrero negro
te han visto pasar.
Tus ojos eran sin brillo,
velay de tanto llorar,
por un amor que perdiste
para un carnaval.
Ande tus coplas juntaba
para ponerte a cantar,
lo mismito que el cacuy,
en medio ´el tunal.
Abrazao´ con tu guitarra
volcabas coplas dichosas,
Sacha, cantor de mi pago,
de la voz arenosa.
The singing Sacha
(Chacarera)
With the devil's strings
you had your old guitar,
full of suns and moons
dreaming vidalas.
Strumming chacareras
you walked the roads,
cheek to cheek with the wine,
knocking down sorrows.
Renowned worker
prayer and healer,
less for praises
in the cemeteries.
Embraced with your guitar
you poured out joyful verses,
Sacha, singer of my land,
with the gravelly voice.
In the vineyard carts
along the vineyard,
in poncho and black hat
you were seen passing by.
Your eyes were dull,
dimmed from crying so much,
for a love you lost
for a carnival.
Where your verses gathered
to make you sing,
just like the cacuy,
in the middle of the cactus.
Embraced with your guitar
you poured out joyful verses,
Sacha, singer of my land,
with the gravelly voice.