Coirón

My slow horse walks
Grazing the rough and green coirón
There in the canyons
The Sun's rays roast the stones

And I go with the wind's trot
By the river that touches the skies
With my dream of walking through time
Heading towards the cold of the glaciers

Snow that accompanies me
Make me a wool mantle as I pass
So that the hopes of my journey
Don't frost over

I will march harvesting silences
Through the traces of my Santa Cruz
The roads take my life
That runs hastily like the rhea

I am a shepherd and singer
When the verses rain on me
Sometimes I feel like I'm a coirón
Mmm mmm

I will depart with the dawn
With the same destination as always
A path behind my white horse
Perhaps tomorrow I will find the end or the beginning
Or I won't return to the same places

Maybe one day, I will surprise myself sleeping on a counter
The wine of so many winters
And when I'm gone, those who come will want to know my name
And my name will be there, in the bushes and El Calafate
The winds and plateaus will sing it with the desert's music
And I will be the shepherd born from the rough and green coirón

Snow that accompanies me
Make me a wool mantle as I pass
So that the hopes of my journey
Don't frost over

I will march harvesting silences
Through the traces of my Santa Cruz
The roads take my life
That runs hastily like the rhea

I am a shepherd and singer
When the verses rain on me
Sometimes I feel like I'm a coirón
A coirón, a coirón