Amor Indio
El Caballero Gaucho
Indian Love
From my blue mountain
That kisses the sky near God
I go towards the valley
Behind my sweet love
Virgin of sun sensual laughter
From which I larre
And in the harem I saw her dance
In front of the burning strip of the altar
Of another God, who is not the God
Of my elders my weak devotion
Come with me, your tribe is waiting
I want to offer you from my little land
The harvest that is already in bloom
Chonto sewn, sugarcane guaro
The things of my race and all its tradition
Come with me, your tribe is waiting
I want to offer you from my little land
The harvest that is already in bloom
Chonto sewn, sugarcane guaro
The things of my race and all its tradition
