Cantos del Sur (poema)

He walked from place to place, and stayed in none
A stranger everywhere, destiny of a troubadour
One day he asked the wind to make him a singer
And the old southern wind taught him its secrets
And filled his guitar with songs in 'Mi' minor

Under the lonely ombu tree, like a gaucho he meditated
He tested his voice in the Cifra, the Strum ignited
In the Southern Milonga he dealt with serious matters
And raising his poncho and guitar from his ranch he left
And he walked from place to place, and stayed in none

His fame grew from Dorrego to Realico
From Bahia to Santa Rosa; from Bragado to Pehuajo
He passed through Pergamino, back in twenty-two
Crossed the Entre Rios land towards Huayquillaro
Maybe to smoke a chala under the blooming ceibos
And he walked from place to place, and stayed in none

After so much challenging fate, fate caught up with him
He returned seeking the pampas, like a troubadour returns
Contemplating the grasses, in those fields of God
He returned seeking the pampas, like a troubadour returns
Rich in lovely riches: guitar, friends, song
In the middle of the road his heart grew tired
And suddenly entered the silence, and the silence covered him

They mentioned him for a while, the Peon, the Dockworker
The Man of Seven Trades, the countrymen from the Fronton
And as life has its law and its nonsense
Forgetting started to arrive, and forgetting covered him

His name was Luis Acosta Garcia, the singer
Man born in Dorrego and who traveled a lot
Man of lovely riches: guitar, friends, song
Luis Acosta Garcia: a nice name for a singer!
Who walked from place to place and stayed in none