Volveré Siempre a San Juan

In the afternoons of sun and avenues
San Juan becomes a tune in my voice
And the diurnal ditches distribute
The cricket of my heart
And the diurnal ditches distribute
The cricket of my heart

A west of long willow trees
The zamba looks for me to remember
Those old stone legends
And the silence that the fool keeps
Those old stone legends
And the silence that the fool keeps

I'll be back, I'll be back
To your afternoons Saint John
When autumn gathers
Melescas of suns there in the grapevine
I will always return to San Juan
To sing

I come back from so many absences
And in every distance a goodbye awaits me
I am a guitar that the Moon dreams
Farmer of Ullún and Albardón
I am a guitar that the Moon dreams
Farmer of Ullún and Albardón

High shadows of dust and road
They mature the wine of my loneliness
When the San Juan Sun
Like an old friend comes to find me
When the San Juan Sun
Like an old friend comes to find me