De Pura Cepa
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
From Pure Stock
I offer you the life that torments me
I am Cuyanito, my soul is of pure strain
Don't throw me into the dawn, bad hunter
Because I am a thrush of the same kind
Once I told you that you loved me
You rose higher than the stars
This time I tell you give me life
You give it to me pledged and committed
