Los Zorzales de Tunuyán

When I feel a heartache
I head to the river to hear
The sweet chirps of the thrushes of Tunuyán

They also bring comfort
God knows my loneliness
They’re for my sorrows
Like the roses of Tunuyán

When they fly in the willows
Searching for branches to nest
Their wings reflect
In the streams of Tunuyán

They sing in our rivers
Dark friends of the troubadour
They’re his song and mine
A deep moan of shared pain

They cry in my mountains
The old verse that slips away
That’s why it bonds
With my loneliness and its sorrow

Now that life has
Brought so much pain to my soul
I sing to my land
With the thrushes, the tradition