Chiquilin

(Zamba)

The oats gallop, the sun
smiles over the fields
little one I feel like going out
I would like to run and shout through those fields

The blue ship of the afternoon
takes my doubts and my questions
towards the purity of those times
when my sorrows were sweet

How beautiful life was
that played around my song
ra ra rai ra, ra ra rai ra
and like an echo in the pampas
teru, teru, tero was heard far away
how sweet and clean life was

How proud the owl is
looking over its shoulder
at the old magpie that with its song
gives thanks to the autumn sun

Looking with the eyes of a little one
the field is not just land and wind
and it becomes music in the distance
the hard bronze of the cowbells