Quimey Neuquen

Sun of the sand dunes
Watered in the blood of the brave Sayhueque
A cry that is returning
In your wild another Pehuenche

From the sky the wave of night
The serenade of the wind is heard
Your voice lights up the Moon
In the black simba of my Araucanian

Waters that go, want to return
Waters that go, want to return
Upstream of the learned song
Neuquén Quimey, Quimey Neuquén

Here I am in my Neuquén
Man-tree sowing seeds
With the strength of the pehuén
And the sweetness of the apple trees

The mountain range looked at me
With the eyes of its lakes
And through my blood gallop
Its ancient spells

The wind gave me its cry
The Limay its wild song
The old machi Quillén
The magic of its summers

Wind mixed in the cry
It keeps stirring my backwaters
And my voice shatters
When it wants to become a song

Proud, bold, arrogant
With centuries-old roots
I gained stature in my land
Nourishing myself in its lap

Pine nut, michay, strawberry
They gave me, they gave me an Indian flavor
Proud to be from Neuquén
With the pulse of the Agrio River

Silence ripens
Through the rugged belly of your cliffs
Rayén wants to fall asleep
Your entrails tremble
In love

Waters that go, want to return
Waters that go, want to return
Upstream of the learned song
Neuquén Quimey, Quimey Neuquén
Neuquén Quimey, Quimey Neuquén
Neuquén Quimey, Quimey Neuquén