Sueños Hondeados

Looking for golden horizons of my land I moved away
I found a cross of silences, I dragged all my walking

The aggressive and ghostly path became a forest for me
And I had to walk cutting down quebracho trees of loneliness

The cold asphalt jungles trapped me in their traps
Iron and cement jungles without nests, fruits, or flowers

I go with my waved dreams and my heart in autumn
I go in search of Santiago of your Sun and your forgiveness

The monkey I carry inside, deep inside my heart
When I was tired, it would go to gather mistol

In a night without hands, without hopes, I sank
My hands of honey and ovenbird had the ranch where I was born

I had to become a wolf to defend my bread
My rain, soul, and roof far from the native ground

I go with my waved dreams and my heart in autumn
I go in search of Santiago of your Sun and your forgiveness