La Criolla

You're the most beautiful Creole
The one who has given to the Argentine pampas
All the fire of her love
You're the legendary Creole of a past
That has left in our souls
An encouraging memory

You're the light, the Sun
The gentle, intoxicating air
You're the sweet trill
That the nightingale modulates

I'm a poor pilgrim without consolation
Who contemplates forever withered his illusion
The one who sings eternally under the sky
Hoping that you'll someday pay his passion

You're the light, the Sun
The gentle, intoxicating air
You're the sweet trill
That the nightingale modulates

You're the soul of the race
That is stamped on the classic guitars
And in the sweet pericón
You're the most beautiful Creole of the pampas
Who has filled with hope
My grieving heart

You're the light, the Sun
The gentle, intoxicating air
You're the sweet trill
That the nightingale modulates

You're the soul of this blessed race
Where the thrushes sing
And the nightingale warbles
You're the sweet lullaby asleep
That to the sound of a hundred guitars
Will be sung by a good singer

You're the light, the Sun
The gentle, intoxicating air
You're the sweet trill
That the nightingale modulates