Canción Del Arpa Dormida
Luis Alberto del Parana
Song of the Sleeping Harp
When in the majestic rise of the river
The green of the marshes floats
Dove of dreams, the moon rises
Its wandering flight over the Paraná
With that message of flower and jungle
Of wild romance of indigenous and worker
Your hands reached my gaucho land
Weaving harmonies, oh beloved
Cradling a dream
Life slips away from us
And the traveler departs
Never to return
Today the indigenous harp
Fell asleep
Like a guarania
That could not be
The same hope and the same path
The same songs under the blue sky
That's why I sing to you with a guarania voice
For the little vine that you sang
