Canción de los horneros

(Milonga)

In the ridge of my ranch
Two ovenbirds nested,
And I seem like a stranger
And the ranch seems like theirs.

Inside alone, I go out alone,
Always alone I come and go,
I find them together in the field
And the field seems like theirs.

Together they work and sing
And everything they do happily,
I don't know if they look at me
With pity or with disdain.

They don't get scared when I pass by,
As if I were a dog,
That I don't bother or harm
And they let me roam free.

That's how I live in my ranch
Since I only see myself,
Before another was the nest
And the world seemed ours.

Pray to God, little ovenbird,
That the same doesn't happen to you.