Por El Sur de Piedrabuena

Morning, early morning
When the fog lifts
I'll quietly set off
To other southern lands

And by the riverbank
My song will slow down
The hooves of my horse
Will echo on the stones

And at the summit the echo will say
Of my song
That over the pebbles
The Sun is greeting me

The hare, the guanaco go away
And even the rhea
I too am already leaving
For other southern lands

I like to walk the land
Tanned and serene Pampa
Cross snowy mountains
Arrive at Piedra Buena
Spend nights on its banks

Kissed by the reedbed
The green of the grassland
The gentle murmur of the river
And that sky all mine
That gives me its stars
Morning, early morning
When the fog lifts

I'm leaving!
Let the wind take me
Let it tumble me with stones
And let them leave me to die
By the shores of Piedrabuena

And even though leaving so suddenly
I feel sorrow in my soul
Morning, early morning
I'm already going to Piedrabuena
The hare, the guanaco go away
And even the rhea
I too am already leaving
For other lands, to the south