Dios Te Salve Mi Hijo

The little town was full of strangers
The leaders displayed the toughest of their actions
Rallying the countrymen to win the elections
For money, for the grave, for the vote or the knife

And as the opponents paraded by
A countryman shouted 'long live!' and mentioned the leader
And the others responded, burying their knives
In the brave body of the countryman who shouted

An old man slowly took off his black hat
Stretched the warm legs of the fallen countryman
He kissed him with all his soul, placed a Christ between his fingers
And shedding big tears, murmured between teeth
'Poor son, who would have thought that for being noble and brave
He would pay with his life for upholding an opinion
For not listening to me, my son: I told you so many times
Don't judge the speeches of the Doctor or the boss

It's cold, isn't it, my son? (he's getting stiff)
Cover yourself with this poncho and take it forever
It's the same pampa poncho that when you were a child
Many times, my son, many times he covered you

I will go to the cemetery, and next to his grandmother
With his dagger and my nails I will dig a grave
And to his poor mother, to his poor mother
I will tell her that you have gone, that you will come very soon

At midnight, the old man arrived at his little ranch
And very discreetly caressed his old lady
And tenderly told her: Your cub has gone far
He arranged with a troop; he took the poncho and kissed me!

And now, just in case, as the journey is long
Light some candles for him, just in case
Kneel down and pray so that God doesn't abandon him
And plead for the souls that need light and peace