Quemadito Por El Sol

I have leather made of sand
Brown from the sweet river
Thicket of your mountain
Calm of the roads

Rustic sonorous feeling
That travels through the siesta
When your traces call me
I search for you, mother earth

There's no moon that doesn't dry
My heartfelt tears
The song heals the pain
Of your wounded gaze

Achalay beautiful land
Memories and distances
Burned by the sun
Happy steps of my childhood

To sweeten your nights
Song of the swollen river
In the serene foams
My dreams are born

Inexhaustible waist
Children of the tanned sun
Timeless quebracho skin
Faces of centuries-old pain

I want to feel, brother
Return to the shady mountain
The dusty paths
Burning me as a child

Achalay beautiful land
Memories and distances
Burned by the sun
Happy steps of my childhood