Rio Cosquin

The old Cosquin river
Was a silent witness to a disappointment
That a singing guitarist
Suffered in the sandy area
When the sun was hiding
(when the sun was hiding)

Countrymen from there tell
That one dawn his song was heard.
It was a love lament
That sprouted from his chest
And remained among the hills.

I would like to see you return
On a January afternoon
If you return, you will find me
On the shore of Cosquin
With my singing guitar.
And on my lips you will feel
That the love you left me with still endures.

Love's ways are strange
It even makes me sad just to think about them
When it starts to taste
Like spring water
It only begins to fade away.

Sometimes passing by
By the old river on a starry night,
You might hear
The verses that were born
From a singer's pain