Mochileros

The roads are waiting for me
And these cravings that can't take it anymore
I don't even know if everything will be ready
I don't even know what we'll be missing

A friend carries his guitar
And another carries a small drum
The backpack, the tent, and the mate
And the insulation and the heater

We don't know if to the north or south
It's hard for us to agree
If it's north, we'll go up to Bolivia
If it's south, we have to reach El Chaltén

This trip will be on a budget
I couldn't gather much cash
But I sense there's something sacred
Something eternal that I won't forget

We decided on the northwest
For the south, another year it will be
The wind will take us on the road
To the mystery of solitude

My destiny will be the mysteries
My destiny will be a song
My destiny will be the memory
Of a land of celebration and pain