El Viento Trae Una Copla

The wind brings a tune
Memories of the hurricane
That once broke my wing
And made me fall
Until I dragged myself

Our flag was waving
In the middle of the storm
The cold from the north was killing
My skin grew tough
Terror was the law

And I forgot nothing
We planted hope
In the wet pampas
That sweated, just like me
Inevitable absence

And I didn’t take off my ring
Nor the sky, the Southern Cross
Nor my cricket's chirping
That sings at night
Because it misses its love

And I keep washing glasses
Of people better than me
If I can, I drink the leftovers
The mixed drink lights me up

And I go crazy
I daydream of the sea
Of swimming away
To touch you again

And I go one-armed
Hands of uselessness
I left my blood back there
And today I have to reinvent myself
If I’m Argentine!

The wind brought a tune
Our flag was waving
I keep washing glasses