Camino Agreste
Los Huasos Quincheros
Rugged Path
When the day is lost behind the mountain
and my loneliness is filled with shadows,
emerge like ghosts from their ruins,
all my dreams that won't go away.
This rugged path of the mountain,
that so many times saw us laugh together,
knows how hopes die,
because it has seen me sadly pass without you.
Little path that knows my anguish,
tell him, if he comes across my pain,
confidant path of my loves,
if you don't tell him, I will.
Music.
Little path that knows my anguish,
tell him, if he comes across my pain,
confidant path of my loves,
if you don't tell him, I will.
(When you have an empty soul of love
and live dreaming of a love,
it's as if the daylight is missing,
as if maybe it's not worth being born.
This rugged path of the mountain,
that so many times saw us laugh together,
knows how hopes die,
because it has seen me sadly pass without you.
Little path that knows my anguish,
tell them, if they come across my pain,
confidant path of my loves,
if you don't tell them, I will,
confidant path of the mountain
if you don't tell them, I will.)
