Los Dos Abuelos

(Milonga)

Two grandfathers gallop in my blood
Yes sir
One full of silences
And the other, half singer

Long ago, a long time ago
The Indian already left
With his spear and his cry
His piebald horse and his drum

The gaucho went out to look for him
Through those fields of God
The earth must have swallowed him
Because he didn't return either

He returned but turned into legend
Turned into song and tradition
So that the Argentine man
Does not lose his condition

Two grandfathers gallop in my blood
Yes sir
One full of silences
And the other, half singer