Chango Changuito
Yo tengo un chango changuito
Pancita al aire bailando
Delscalzo juega en la arena
Con las estrellas soñando
Retoño de un tiempo amado
Ese que nunca se olvida
Cuando me dice tatita
Patay se vuelve mi vida
Patay se vuelve mi vida
Y en mi pecho cancionero
Se enciende una flor del aire
Mas hermosa que el lucero
Yo tengo un chango changuito
Rama de este arbol coplero
Martin alberto se llama
Y algun dia ha'i ser guitarrero
Mi chango es tierra bumbuna
Guitarra y canto del monte
Brocal de aguita fresquita
Violincito de loconti
Violincito de loconti
Ese que alegra mis penas
Cuando el llanto de llanto
Moja la noche alojera
Me gusta verlo jugando
Con su caballo de palo
Galope largo y tendido
Por el patio solitario
Chango Changuito
I have a little monkey
Belly in the air dancing
Barefoot playing in the sand
Dreaming with the stars
Offspring of a beloved time
One that is never forgotten
When he calls me 'tatita'
'Patay' becomes my life
'Patay' becomes my life
And in my singing chest
A flower of the air lights up
More beautiful than the morning star
I have a little monkey
Branch of this singing tree
His name is Martin Alberto
And one day he'll be a guitarist
My monkey is earth and song
Guitar and song of the mountain
Edge of fresh water
Little violin of 'loconti'
Little violin of 'loconti'
That cheers my sorrows
When the weeping of weeping
Wets the lonely night
I like to see him playing
With his stick horse
Galloping long and stretched
Through the solitary courtyard