Vientito Del Tucumán

You who know my sorrow
Breeze of Tucumán
Carry it through those hills
But let it be in song

My verse has a landscape
Of roads and solitude
It has the color of silence
From tears it has the salt, oh, oh, oh

The hills seem still
Asleep in their place
But they fill up with verses
And learn how to fly

Oh, oh, oh

Yesterday I came and today I leave
The fate of my journey
In some ways we're alike
Breeze of Tucumán

Yesterday I came and today I leave
The fate of my journey
In some ways we're alike
Breeze of Tucumán

Oh, oh, oh