Para Chaco y Corrientes

Moon, you’re leaving
Your eyes from the river
Gently flying towards an ancient dream
Old Paraná, tell the men
That you birthed a sound, it comes from sand and hills
That travels upstream through the song
Carrying the memory of the heart
And seeks the depths of the coast to make its nest
Your solitude has two shores
And there on the horizon, a single color
Unveils the roots, where this song of mine was born

I seek you like this, belly of glass
Copper sun burning in the thicket
I want you like this, singing with me
Opening your channel to my heartbeat

Old Paraná, tell the men
That you birthed a sound, it comes from sand and hills
That travels upstream through the song
Carrying the memory of the heart
And seeks the depths of the coast to make its nest
Your solitude has two shores
And there on the horizon, a single color
Unveils the roots, where this song of mine was born

I seek you like this, belly of glass
You’re a copper sun burning in the thicket
I want you like this, singing with me
Opening your channel to my heartbeat