Al Sur Santa Cruz

I'm climbing the plateau
Crazy rider of the wind that carries me
To the coal belly where the son
Has a father of shipwright and stone

I'm skirting a river
Snail with a mountain range skin
With a wool flower between my fingers
There in the canyon the wind waits

Down south Santa Cruz
Macho scream of the wind
Down south Santa Cruz
Courageous silence
In the bowels of the south Santa Cruz
With blood of oil
Miner heart, copper and Moon
From every town an unlucky cowboy
From every town an unlucky cowboy

In the time of the past
There's a gallop root of the Tehuelches
And a tree with the faith of a Salesian
Where my people learned to know themselves

In the time of the future
A thousand voices will be heard on high
Cultivating a thornless rose
My Santa Cruz will wait for you singing

Down south Santa Cruz
Macho scream of the wind
Down south Santa Cruz
Courageous silence
In the bowels of the south Santa Cruz
With blood of oil
Miner heart, copper and Moon
From every town an unlucky cowboy
From every town an unlucky cowboy