Pampa Luna

Coming from Moonlit Pampa
from Moonlit Pampa my dream;
direction of the lagoon,
of the lagoon with no owner.

Lagoon where stars shine,
where silver stars are bright.
The footprints are leading me,
the footprints of the dawn.

Sun of the clearing,
little moon of the ravine,
I come to seek
traces of a hope,
that they say got lost.

I bring from The Jarillas,
from The Jarillas my land;
direction to the town,
to the town my treasure.

Crossing forests and marshes,
forests and marshes crossing.
Dreaming that I love you,
that I love you while dreaming.