Pampa de Los Guanacos

In the Guanacos plains
I came leaving a flower.
Lovers who part
Suffer martyrdom and pain.
In the Guanacos plains
I came leaving an illusion.

I left heartfelt songs
That I learned while wandering around.
Then they remained ready
And engraved inside me.
Nights of crystal and silver
Saw me leave sadly from there.

In dawned verses, viditay,
I gave you my song.
And the drum that echoed
Through that quebracho forest
Gets lost in the distance
And today I just feel like remembering.

Golden pods of January
I want to taste them again,
Añapita to make aloja
That joyfully helped to step on
Are like kisses in my soul
No one can take them away from me.

Little loves that stay
For a better occasion
I also left them my box
Sanctuary of my heart
So they can sing heartfelt songs
And I come back with new hope.

I have a thorn in my chest
As hard as a cardoon.
They say that when it becomes flesh
It goes deep into the heart
Maybe the wound of my old passion
Will fester.

In the Guanacos plains
I came leaving a flower.
Lovers who part
Suffer martyrdom and pain.
In the Guanacos plains
I came leaving an illusion.

Golden pods of January
I want to taste them again,
Añapita to make aloja
That joyfully helped to step on
Are like kisses in my soul
No one can take them away from me.