Milonga Del Trovador

I'm from a beautiful land
In South America,
A mix of indigenous and Spanish gaucho.
With dark skin and voice
I saw in my guitar
That the verses go out to the world, and so did I.

With a nest-like murmur
Those little handkerchiefs flew after me
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,
For 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 make it, love,
You will give it my soul
As an Argentine and a singer.

My home is where I sing
Because I learned to listen
To God's voice tuning in any place,
Echoes in the squares
And in the kitchens,
By the edge of a cradle and beyond the sea.

If one day in this journey
Old age awaits me,
My childhood will provide the harmony;
And finally with two voices,
To my agony,
I will sing in the ear of the heart:

Let's go the distance, yes,
For 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 make it, love,
You will give it my soul
As an Argentine and a singer.