Camino Del Arenal
Los Chalchaleros
Path of the Sandbank
Oh old payment how much I miss you!
Long path, path of the sandbank.
Wide estuary that in calm water
gets lost in the distance, bordering the orange grove.
How many times you waited for me
sitting, very pensive,
at the gate of your ranch
or in the shade of the willow grove!
From afar you heard
the clinking of my horse,
with the saddle well polished
or scarce upon arrival.
Years have passed and I don't forget you:
you live in my mind the same; just like yesterday.
And even the dawns bring me memories
of that afternoon, when I swore to return to you.
How many times you waited for me
sitting, very pensive,
at the gate of your ranch,
or in the shade of the willow grove!
From afar you heard
the clinking of my horse,
with the saddle well polished,
or scarce upon arrival.
