Garganta i' Fierro

What has become of that singer
Of the guardamonte and the headband
Singing in the midst of the mountains
Making the huts resound

Tireless troubadour
Singer in the trenches
Soul of the traditions
There in the festivities of Salta

I still remember his voice
Running through plains and hills
Everyone wonders
Where are you, Garganta i' Fierro

Perhaps he died while singing
The stars may have watched over him
Or the guitars, out of sorrow
Silenced their strings

What has become of that singer
Seeker of solitudes
Guitarist of the nights
Relief of my sorrows

Carnivals will return
To Santiago del Estero
When in the nights
The voice of Garganta i' Fierro is heard

Once in a bonfire
From serenade until dawn
He looked at the morning star
While his song offered

Perhaps he died while singing
The stars may have watched over him
Or the guitars, out of sorrow
Silenced their strings