Campo Afuera - Abel Pintos

Hace tiempo voy buscando por ahí

Una chacarera

Allá en los montes, que hay en mi pago

Campo afuera

Campos de la rudita

Monte adentro de Tulumba la eh de encontrar

Linda su bata de percal

Baila doña Dominga la chacarera

Abajito de un tala la vi

Por ser montaraza

Unos tizones, leñita mansa

La aromaban

La aromaban con su olor

Unos gajos del tala que supo cortar

Mi amigo don Rivas al caer

El invierno pasado para su corral

Y en la tierrita suelta el barrer

De las alpargatas

Allá en los montes, subió la luna

Pa alumbrarla

Como nube en el aire quedo

El polvaderal

Hojita y tala, flecos de luna

La chacarera

Con su bata de puro percal

Va doña Dominga

Todas las flores que hay en el pago

Se la envidian

Se la envidian porque no hay

Un color mas hermoso que el de su percal

Ni moza que sepa regalar

El aire que tiene su buen zarandear

Y las niñas quisieran bailar

Como lo hace ella

La trenza al viento

Y una manito en la cadera

Su cadera es un vaivén

Parecido al del sauce y al mimbre también

Esa es mi abuela se saben decir

Los gauchos del monte en cuantito la ven

Si a los 70 la baila así

Lo que ha sido en antes

Una corzuela lujosa y ágil

Deje nomas

Como nube en el aire quedo

El polvaderal

Hojita y tala, flecos de luna

La Chacarera

I've been looking around for a long time

a chacarera

There in the mountains, what is in my payment

field outside

fields of rudite

Mount inside Tulumba I'll find

Nice percale dressing gown

Dona Dominga dances the chacarera

Shortly after a felling I saw her

for being a mountain

Some tizones, meek firewood

they scented her

They scented her with their scent

Some segments of the tala that she knew how to cut

My friend Don Rivas when he fell

Last winter for your barnyard

And on the little land, let go of the sweep

of the espadrilles

There in the mountains, the moon rose

to light it up

Like a cloud in the air I remain

the powder

Little leaf and felling, fringes of moon

the chacarera

With his robe of pure percale

Doña Dominga goes

All the flowers that are in the payment

they envy her

They envy her because there is no

A more beautiful color than your percale

Not even a girl who knows how to give

The air that has its good shaking

And the girls would like to dance

as she does

The braid in the wind

And a little hand on the hip

Her hip of hers is a sway

Similar to willow and wicker too

That's my grandmother they know how to say

The gauchos of the mount in little see it

If at 70 she dances it like this

What has been in before

A luxurious and agile corzuela

let alone

Like a cloud in the air I remain

the powder

Little leaf and felling, fringes of moon

The Chacarera