La Luna Sobre el Rio Parana

The round moon came out
From the depths of the Paraná
Tired of floating around
Suddenly, it took flight
Who would be like the moon
To be able to soar
But it's the rule of the good reed cutter
To live stuck to the reeds

No matter how high the moon goes
I won't stay behind
Everyone has in life
Their own way to fly
She fights with the winds
And maybe with the clouds
And I with the sunflowers
On the reed bed beach

There I want to see you, reed cutter
Strength, skill, and will
In the battle of man and river
The one who can more wins

The wind and the night
Have their complicity
In a raid of rough waters
They want to entangle the man
The mallets often remain on the beach
Without being used
And the water wins a battle
And the reed bed loses a man

Recited
Then, as if nothing happened
Calm returns
An army of reeds
Wants to lance to the sky

The reed cutter works hard
Weaving, cutting, using the mallet
The rich walk around grazing
And the poor keep sweating
The rich stroll around
And the poor keep sweating

The river's water is dirty
It needs the sun to shine
It asks for silver from the moon
And whistles from the reeds

Who wears borrowed clothes
Is already too poor
To fight, he asks the wind
To push him from behind

The reed cutter is a tough man
With certainty
He's not afraid of the river
And even teaches it to sing

In good times, man and river
Engage in peaceful battles
The water pretends to be calm
And the boatman a dagger

Poverty gives a trade
Being a reed cutter is just another one
One loose stone doesn't make a dam
One day will be better

Those who look from the outside
Will understand very little
They'll think it's nothing special
To be a reed cutter and nothing more
Just a man in the mud
Fighting with the reeds
Nearby, a canoe
And the boatman as a guardian

Whether he's sleepy or not
If he has any love
Or if he's been left alone
The reeds know that

The man is not a floating plant
That doesn't know where it's going
All it takes is to gather
Heart and will
San Antonio, The Little Bird
Crossed my path
Sometimes I'm not in a hurry
And sometimes I want to fly
Sometimes I'm not in a hurry
And sometimes I want to fly
And sometimes I want to fly