Puente Viejo (Triunfo)

On the banks of the Old Bridge
In San Antonio de Areco
What I mean, the Old Bridge

How nice to stretch for a while
To listen to the silence
What I mean, the Old Bridge

Silences that hold shadows
From the shout of the cattle drivers
What I mean, the cattle drivers

They will mark that river
With the brightness of the evening star
What I mean, the cattle drivers

And seen from the years
This triumph is a reflection
Of the soul of the Old Bridge

The shadow of Don Segundo
Illuminating memories
What I mean, beautiful memories

That come herding dreams
From the lands of Areco
What I mean, from the side of Areco

And with memories we toast
Upon arriving at La Blanqueada
What I mean, over at La Blanqueada

Looking for the youthful years
In a burnt cane
What I mean, over at La Blanqueada

And in a somewhat old tree
Corral of that place
I pour out my homage