De Corrales a Tranqueras

From Corrales to Tranqueras
How many leagues will remain?
They say it's eleven leagues
I could never count them

I made them with water and wind
Frost of moon and sun
But then it didn't count
Because I was heading towards love

Then everything sang
Water, earth, wind and sun
Then everything was singing
Because I was singing

My freight was even
My years as a tamer
And the short paths
For the trot of the heart

Path of my memories
Red earth and rocky ground
Bordered by even hills
That bow as they pass by

Watchman, Crinoline
Hills of my loneliness
I praise you for my songs
Shadows of bull and chilcal

Today, my life hurts
Tired of hanging around so much
Balda'o for the redomones
I can't count them anymore

And broken by a sorrow
I ask in my solitude
From Corrales to Tranqueras
How many leagues will be left?