Para Un Cuyano

I want to evoke the memory
Of the hours we spent
The requinto and the guitar
We kept changing hands
At Fermín Videla's place
We saw the early morning pass
Between strums of cueca
And the prelude of tonada

I wish I had the voice of an angel
Hilario to sing to you
And the inspiration of Dante
To offer you if I could
I mention you with pride
Glory of Cuyo

Next to Julio Quintanilla
With unmatched affection
Your hands were poems
Caressing the strings
A country is not only made
With the saber and the sword
To the homeland you gave
Song, guitar, and tonada