Coplitas Del Corazón

The distance and the forgetfulness
has made my voice sprout
some verses from Santiago
to soothe so much pain

And the kakuy on that branch
that as a child I could see
tears with its scream
a distant evening

One morning my soul
galloped through a field
without finding a rein
that tied it to a flower

And I went through the roads
with my guitar and my voice
singing the chacareras
that Santiago taught me

Those summer afternoons
when the sun with its heat
makes the spirit dance
in the wine of some singer

And the country moon
that in the sweet spilled
a saddened silence
for never kissing the sun

The distance and the forgetfulness
has made my voice sprout
some verses of feelings
that come from the heart

And I went through the roads
with my guitar and my voice
singing the chacareras
that Santiago taught me