Marca Borrada

Dreaming of coming back, it was long, maybe the absence
I wandered through the hometown, chasing the brotherhood
Out there in the algarrobo grove, that leads me north

As a kid, I used to roam, barefoot on the roads
The path of a pilgrim, singing I took in the end
Nostalgia for that place, that I carry with me

It's about to dawn, I hear the birds singing
To the trill of the thrushes, the wind gives its power
The mountain proves to be, a singer like no other

The yard freshly watered, under the leafy shade
Violins and guitars and drums are gonna sound
The party's about to start, in faded mark

I came back to see the Sun, rising from the riverbank
To dance a chacarera, again by the fire
Singing from the heart, beneath the tar

The Moon that shines brighter, and the sparkle of the stars
Is not found anywhere, the sky they will see
I know there's no other like it, as the one from my land

And all that I lived, by the banks of the Pilcomayo
Is deeply embedded in my chest, a time when I was happy
I know my love for this place, will never die

The yard freshly watered, under the leafy shade
Violins and guitars and drums are gonna sound
The party's about to start, in faded mark