El Viento Trae Una Copla

The wind brings a copla
Memories of a hurricane
That one day broke a wing
And made me fall
I crawled up to here

Our flag was waving
In the midst of the storm
The cold from the north was killing
The skin became tough
Terror was the law

And I didn't forget anything
That we planted hope
In the wet pampas
That sweated, like me
Inevitable absence

And I didn't take off the ring
Nor the sky, the Southern Cross
Nor my flickering cricket
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 ignites me

And I go crazy
I fantasize about the sea
About swimming away
About touching you again

And I become one-armed
Hands of uselessness
I left my blood there
And today I have to reinvent myself
If I am Argentinean!

The wind brings a copla
Our flag was waving
I keep washing glasses