The legend goes that in a tree Was perched a Guarani Indian Who, startled by his mother's cry, Lost his grip and fell, dying And as his mother held him, By some strange magic, He turned into a Chogüi bird Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi Singing and flying, disappearing into the turquoise sky Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi How beautiful it is, disappearing into the Guaraní And from that day forward, The Indian is remembered whenever We hear the echoes of that Chogüi It is the joyful and raucous song Of the precious orange tree, Who repeats its singing Jumping and pecking at the oranges, Its favorite fruit, endlessly repeating: Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi Singing and flying, disappearing into the turquoise sky Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi, Chogüi How beautiful it is, disappearing into the Guaraní. The song tells the story of a Guarani Indian who fell from a tree and magically transformed into a Chogüi bird. The Chogüi bird is known for its beautiful song and playful nature. The song is a tribute to the legend of the Indian and the Chogüi bird, and celebrates the beauty of nature.
