Del Algarrobo Al Ombu (Milonga)

I plant to you like a laurel my cry
For the dream that in my song I dream
And this pride of being Argentine
Argentine is to say guitarist and singer
Southern in the north, northerner in the south
For me the carob tree is the same as the ombu

The homeland has always been from north to south
Just one, nothing more than one
Gaucho mother who shelters brothers
Brothers who must walk together
Southern in the north, northerner in the south
For me the carob tree is the same as the ombu

There are two trees in my guitar
Upright land of the same land
If the homeland is divided love
I also divide my own heart
Southern in the north, northerner in the south
For me the carob tree is the same as the ombu

I do not intend to conquer the sky
With the prayer that I pray in my nights
And the notes that in my song, I sing
Do not seek glory but illusion
Southern in the north, northerner in the south
For me the carob tree is the same as the ombu