La Flor Azul

This is how it goes
I’m just left behind
My old cactus patch
Listening to the river sing
For the carnival

Hope keeps me company
In my solitude
When the wind howls
Through the salt flats

You were a well-branched tree
Poor heart
A tree left without leaves
Without a nest, or love

Tell her, tell her chacarera
About that blue flower
That I search for at night
By the Southern Cross

That lovesick pain
Pain that never stops
Trying to turn into a song
To make me cry

May luck be with me
That I've been dealt
Singing just to sing, singing
Without being heard

When I remember her eyes
With a sweet gaze
I settle down with my dog
All alone to whistle

Tell her, tell her chacarera
About that blue flower
That I search for at night
By the Southern Cross
Thanks