Volveré Siempre a San Juan

In the afternoons of Sun and tree-lined avenues
San Juan becomes a tune in my voice
And the daytime ditches distribute
The cricket of my heart
And the daytime ditches distribute
The cricket of my heart

I, who return from so many absences
And in every distance, a goodbye awaits me
I am a guitar dreaming
The farming Moon of Ullún and Albardón
I am a guitar dreaming
The farming Moon of Ullún and Albardón

I'll return, I'll return
To your afternoons, San Juan
When autumn gathers
Clusters of suns there in the vineyard
I'll always return to San Juan to sing

A west wind of long willow trees
The zamba seeks me to remember
Those old legends of stone
And silence that the Tontal keeps

Tall shadows of dust and road
Ripen the wine of my solitude
When the San Juan Sun
Like an old friend, comes out to meet me
When the San Juan Sun
Like an old friend, comes out to meet me

I'll return, I'll return
To your afternoons, San Juan
When autumn gathers
Clusters of suns there in the vineyard
I'll always return to San Juan to sing