Punta Cayastá

I have friends, a strong ranch
I have a sweet guainita
Like honey from camata
I carry money in the capincho
I ride a lightning fast horse
Ready in the free spaces
To run and to win
I don't lack presence
I don't need clowns
To make me feel loved
As a bonus, I have a guitar
With a thousand captive birds
And an enchanted accordion
That only lacks speaking
Here in Punta Cayastá
And why
And why
And why would I want more
I am happy
I know how to dream
I know how to love as one loves
Here in Punta Cayastá
If the pack attacks him
If the wasp nest bothers him
Come to this place
Where there is no place in the world
To heal pain and sorrow
Like Punta Cayasta
Glory to be from Santa Fe
Tough soul that doesn't bend
Open hand, friendly voice
Mate, shelter, barbecue, and drink
Come, friend, you are in my land
Here in Punta Cayastá