Esa Es Mi Huella

When I go through the fields, I go through the path
Through the Argentine path, my dear, that's my trace
When I go through the nights, the star shines
Lighting up the path, my dear, of my trails

When I sing the verses of my brunette
The star shines brightly, my dear, with a thousand stars

The day I die, don't put candles
Sing me the verses, my dear, of my brunette

Sing me the verses of my brunette
And let the star shine, my dear, with the stars

Dancing with my girl, the hours pass
Because when dancing the trace, my dear, they don't fall in love
It sounds; it sounds very loud, my Nazarena
Let the trace be happy, my dear, and have no sorrows

To the trace, to the trace, Pampean cowboy
Dance, dance, friend, my dear, with your brothers

The day I die, don't put candles
Sing me the verses, my dear, of my brunette
Sing me the verses of my brunette
And let the star shine, my dear, with the stars