Hilario Cuadros

The string of your guitar has snapped
When the peace of the soul was blooming
When a singer dies, my land
A song ties with the pain

Shadows of Guaymallén in the night
In the ditches, they sob their pain
While the folks of Mendoza
Name the one who passed singing through life

The homeland dictated every verse to him
With the simple word of the peasant
For whom it was his toast and his plea
And the blue nostalgia of his universe

Goodbye Hilario Cuadros, companion
Of guitar, tune, and full moon
What little comfort and how much sorrow
The voice of the troubadours must have

The string of your guitar has snapped
When the peace of the soul was blooming
When a singer dies, my land
A song ties with the pain