Tú Que Puedes, Vuélvete
Atahualpa Yupanqui
You Who Can, Return
I dreamed that the river spoke to me
With a voice of snowy peaks
And sweetly, it reminded me
Of the things I love.
You who can, return
The river said to me crying
The hills you love so much
- it told me -
Are waiting for you there.
It's a sad thing to be a river
Who could be a lagoon
To hear the whisper of the reed
When kissed by the moon.
How similar are
Your destiny and mine
To live singing and suffering
Along those long roads.
