Primavera De Colores

Everything is wrapped in the calmness
Of the dying afternoon
Melancholic and deep
The soul drinks abundantly
The Sun, leaving the pampa
After its triumphant retreat
A faint pink light
Bathes the tranquil grassland
And in the ranch, sweet style
A countryman sings to his beloved

The twilight that appears
Over the splendid plain
Imprints a seal of beauty
From the marsh to the hill
In the forest, the dove
Pours out its love song
Spring of colors
Is stamped on the earth
Resembling the pampa
A magnificent carpet of flowers

A gentle gust of wind
Makes the leaves shiver
Distant and red clouds
Chisel the sky
The corpulent chajá
Flaps its wings, seeking the nest
With a monotonous bleat
The sheep returns to the pen
And there, on the hill, the wild horse
Looks at the daring desert