Del Sur Al Litoral

My guitar with its melodious flight
Through a majestic sky, heads north away from me

And it takes you from my ancient forests
From Lanín and its sanctuary, a fraternal greeting

Clouds dance blowing southern winds
In these lands, dreams, colored by my shawl

And in my verse that sings to you from afar
Receive my brotherly embrace, coastal creole

I want you to tell me about your landscapes and your sun
For I have a vision of the Paraná

And I want you to get to know my land
With its eternal snow and its limpid Limay

You will carry the verses of my race
And here with my guitar, I will sing to your Coast

If you come, we will drink mate in my nest
And in the blooming apple orchard, you will see your orange grove

And if we go inland through my hill
You will see the most beautiful lakes, how beautiful Iberá is

And we will speak in the language of my ancestors
Mapuche, sweet and soft, some Guarani verse

And in your harp, you will carry a loncomeo
And when you sing it there on your land, I will hear it from here

I want you to tell me about your landscapes and your sun
For I have a vision of the Paraná

And I want you to get to know my land
With its eternal snow and its limpid Limay

You will carry the verses of my race
And here with my guitar, I will sing to your Coast

My guitar with its melodious flight
Through a majestic sky, heads north away from me