Gringa chaqueña [English translation]

Now you are

the cradle of peace

and work

When I found you

you were just a swamp

Hill without flowers

Indians and their tents

fields of thorns

bitterness, crosses

Blood of my people

your ripe horizon

Gringos fertilized

with the sweat of their skin

Let me say

what I gave you

Let me tell you about

this Chaco that I created

I worked on you

I turned your skin

a new shade

I gave you cotton

I offered you children

faces of the harvest

Wild, untamed Chaco

half tamed horse

I was a strong woman

Your empty land

was a big cradle

rough and maternal

Your barrenness

I fertilized it

every new moon

And by giving you life

I felt myself

to be a gringa and also Chaqueñan