Cuando Se Me Escapa El Alma
Los Chalchaleros
When My Soul Escapes
No one will remember me
When I no longer sing
When my soul escapes
My old guitar will be my shroud
When my soul escapes
My old guitar will be my shroud
When the summer heats up
My song will return in light
Poured into rain on the earth
Like a bagual of blue music
Poured into rain on the earth
Like a bagual of blue music
Perhaps in a flood
The red earth will wash my blood
And in ripe carob trees
Return to life to find my body
And in ripe carob trees
Return to life to find my body
In the joy of the woodcutter
Pouring the wine I will be
Like another box in the box
Like another sad baguala I will sing
Like another box in the box
Like another sad baguala I will sing
Like another cry in the cry
Of some mataco I will walk
Like another verse in the verse
Of some poor criollo I will find solace
Like another verse in the verse
Of some poor criollo I will find solace
Perhaps in a flood
The red earth will wash my blood
And in ripe carob trees
Return to life to find my body
And in ripe carob trees
Return to life to find my body
