Mi regreso

When I return to my homeland
I will come back in the early morning
With no more light than the one that illuminates
The sorrow of my guitar

I will see ponchos of mist
Worn out from covering plains
Above, the Southern Cross
Tremendously quiet

Behind will be left paths
Like muddy ropes
And ahead, I don't know
Something perhaps maybe nothing

Let the crickets not sing to me
Nor the acacias be restless
I want to arrive in my homeland
Like a forgotten shadow

A drop of dew
Will be enough for my thirst
Silent, always silent
I will return in the early morning