Posadeña Linda

And I went down the old slope
Where one day I met love
And I crossed through its dirt streets
With my soul full of hope
But only the river was waiting for me
Caressing my heart

River, river, mine, mine
Give me dreams give me
I want to dream

Beautiful Posadeña, little Mburucuyá flower
I carry you in my blood with your mystery, your loneliness
I come from another land, from other paths, from another place
To seek your glow, your clear eyes, your heartbeat

River, river, mine, mine
Give me dreams give me
I want to dream

You have my red land
That I take you everywhere
That no matter how many paths I walk
You follow me with your mystery

You have my red land
With your bewitched nights
Your children, your women
Cerro Azul and Candelaria
And the shout of the loggers
Emerging through the trails
You have red land
That hurts my soul

The cliff of the fishermen
The canoe and the marsh
The perfume that lights up in the night
My Posadas full of orange blossom
Everything, everything returns with your image
And the land begins to sing

River, river, mine, mine
Give me dreams give me
I want to dream

Beautiful Posadeña, little Mburucuyá flower
I carry you in my blood with your mystery, your loneliness
I come from other lands, from other paths, from another place
To seek your glow, your clear eyes, your heartbeat

River, river, mine, mine
Give me dreams give me
I want to dream