Provincia de San Luis

In this sweet waltz, the soul remains imprisoned
In the first beat, the feeling opens a path
A swirling wind that spreads love
Will grow in the sky
And in this feeling of being happy, I walk through the streets of San Luis
These are streets that enchant, that kill sadness
And the Sun from San Luis shines so brightly on my heart

There's a popular little street filled with nostalgia that comes to me
A lonely sidewalk that guitars leave a feeling when they shine
It seems like God was here, spreading Sun

If you give without measuring
All the inspiration that was immortalized in the song by Afonso and Zabala
Oh land of my flesh that beats, pulsates in the Ranquel that lives in me

A land that offered its colors to an old weaver in Nogoli
The hand of the compadre is the emotion, a branch of peace with its roots
And the dream of a singer spreading the love he has for San Luis

And the waltz is not enough to describe a feeling
In a warm sway, I sing it into the night
Night and star, serrano is the lost singing in a serenade around
Because under this sky, I was born, raised in the buds that I learned
Your name beats with mine on my skin
Your sweetness envelops my whole country, Province of San Luis