Pico Truncado

With the silver moon on the forehead
Roots of mogotes, in my guitar
I discovered the star over the truncated
Navigating in the channel through the waterholes

I walked through the patios of flat stones
Where the alstroemerias melt their dreams
And the evening showed me red skies
With the towers in rows along the paths

Truncated peak, my shadow over the pines
Truncated peak, with friends and wine
In love, the Southern Cross and the road
Truncated peak, the flower of southern Argentina
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

If you come to my lands in spring
You will find greenery along the sidewalks
And a barbecue smoking in the chulengo
The table of our town will invite you

When time dresses with a thousand guitars
And releases old songs to the winds
A handful of hands reach for yours
And the festival is reborn in the hearts

Truncated peak, my shadow over the pines
Truncated peak, with friends and wine
In love, the Southern Cross and the road
Truncated peak, the flower of southern Argentina
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh