La Flor Azul

I am left alone, my old tunal,
Hearing the river sing, for the carnival.

Hope accompanies me in solitude,
When the huairamuyoj whistles through the salt flat.

You were a very leafy tree,
Poor heart.
A tree left without leaves,
Without nests, nor love.

Tell, tell chacarera, to that blue flower
That at night I search for her by the Southern Cross.

That enamored sorrow, sorrow without end,
Seeking to become a song, to make me cry.

Amalhaya with the luck that has befallen me.
Singing just to sing, singing, unheard.

When I remember her eyes, with a sweet gaze,
I settle with my dog alone to smoke.