Cuando Yo Muera

Dear plain..
I ask you that when I die
When I die,
Bury me in your palm trees
Where the steps of wild beasts are felt
And the hustle of cattle in the pens...

Plainsman feels and laments
Feels and laments,
The dying far from the plain
Without giving it the last sight
The last sight
To his saddle and his horse,
To the lasso to tie
In the cowboy work,
To the pen and the cheese factory
And the cheese factory,
Where he grew up cattle herding

My plain...
I cry when I remember you
And every moment I wish
To be looking at you
To cross your paths again
Where my horse marked
So many tracks

How many times I got lost,
Oh I got lost,
Crossing your savannas
With no direction but the evening star
Oh the evening star
And the distant horizon

And tomorrow when I die
When I die
I will go singing through the sky
Because from the other world
I still love my plain...