Un Pedazo de Mi Sangre

A piece of my blood
Rolls down towards the hualfin
The carob trees whisper
The tender seed cries its end.

How much desolate loneliness
Struggles to creep into me
And in the eyes of the saints
Sings a river of Calchaquí blood.

I dream of singing in peace
But I can't take it anymore
I only think of breaking free
Andalgala ..., andalgala ...

These stones belong to the wind
These dead ones belong to the sun
Famatina and Nonogasta
Storms gallop in my heart.

Through the river go my eyes
Towards time without knowing
That they will turn into doves
Over the clear sky of dawn.

I dream of singing in peace
But I can't take it anymore
I only think of breaking free
Andalgala ..., andalgala ...