Contando Los Dias

How I long for these days to pass quickly, family
I'm thinking of traveling to my plains
I feel a joy in my soul, forgetting about monotony
And a stressful job

I can already picture myself looking at those plains
Sky stretching over the Araucanian drawer
I can see myself lying in a hammock
Under the shade of mangoes and guarataros
And a guava tree always green and two leafy caujaros
I close my eyes remembering the plains
With its lagoons, beasts, birds, and cattle
Dry estuaries, just mud, and a puddle
Where some little pigs get in
Taking advantage of the little worms that die in the summer

What a beautiful experience I lived, I remember now
Just a few days ago
With a cousin chiriguare that I caught at the top of a pine tree
Where I'm living

What brought me memories with its song
That led me to take several pictures
From an old album with savannah landscapes
Where you can see an afternoon of tautacos
A lonely heron in the coconuts of a icaco tree
I exclaimed with emotion, damn plains
When perceiving this frank feeling
I listen to folk passages with my friends
And the conversation is about those March parties
During carnival with the group where there are stories for a while