El Guajchito
El guajchito suelen llamarme
Porque soy un pobrecito
Mi viejita dejó este mundo
Al nacer quedé solito
Nací medio de los talas
Me vieron crecer los contis
En el rancho aquel
Levantadito medio del monte.
De chamberguito y ushutas
Pantalón media canilla
Ponchito rajao
Camisa rota lao la costilla.
Aguerrido a la pobreza
Y por miles soles curtidos
Me siento feliz viviendo
En estos montes floridos.
Tempranito ya me despiertan
Cardenales y zorzales
Me sorprende el sol en el monte
Hachiando los quebrachales
Y a la siesta voy al río
A nadar como el chumuco
Al atardecer regreso
En mi burrito panshuco
Hasta que llego a mi rancho
Voy pensando en mi destino
Me causa un sentir
Andar solito por los caminos
Pero agarro la guitarra
Y las penas llora el viento
Santiagueño soy
Será por eso que andoi contento
The Little Guajito
They call me the little guajito
'Cause I'm just a poor guy
My old lady left this world
I was born all alone
I was born among the thorns
The locals watched me grow
In that little ranch
Halfway up the hill.
As a kid in my shorts
With pants that barely fit
A torn little poncho
And a shirt ripped by the side.
Toughened by poverty
And by countless sunburns
I feel happy living
In these blooming hills.
Early in the morning, I wake up
To the song of cardinals and thrushes
The sun surprises me in the hills
Shining through the quebracho trees
And in the afternoon, I go to the river
To swim like a little fish
At sunset, I come back
On my little donkey, Panshuco
Until I reach my ranch
I think about my fate
It gives me a feeling
To walk alone on the roads
But I grab my guitar
And the wind cries my sorrows
I'm from Santiago
Maybe that's why I'm so happy.