Canción Del Arpa Dormida

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