Vientito Del Tucumán

You who know my sorrow
little wind of Tucumán
Take it through those mountains
but in the form of a song
My song has a landscape
of road and loneliness
it has the color of silence
of tears it has the salt ay, ay, ay
The mountains seem still
asleep in their place
but they fill with songs
and thus learn to fly
ay, ay, ay
Yesterday I came and today I leave
destination of walking
we resemble each other in something
little wind of Tucumán
yesterday I came and today I leave
destination of walking
we resemble each other in something
little wind of Tucumán
ay, ay, ay