Milonga Del Trovador

I am from a beautiful land
From South America
In a gaucho mix of Indian and Spanish
With dark skin and voice
I saw in my guitar
The verses go to the world, and I left

With a rumor of a nest
They were flying after me
Those handkerchiefs at the station
But I am a pilgrim
And to my nostalgia
I sing like this in the ear of the heart

Let's go the distance, yes
That I am the troubadour
If distance calls
I will never see the sun set

Let's go the distance, now
And if I don't arrive, love
You will give him my soul
From Argentina and from a singer

My home is where I sing
Because I learned to listen
The voice of God that tunes in anywhere
Echoes in the squares
And in the kitchens
At the edge of a cradle and behind the sea

If in this adventure one day
Old age awaits me
My childhood will already play second fiddle to him
And finally with two throats
To my agony
I will sing in the ear of your heart

Let's go the distance, yes
That I am the troubadour
If distance calls
I will never see the sun set

Let's go the distance, now
And if I don't arrive, love
You will give him my soul
Of Argentinian and of singer