Guitarra Gaucha

Gaucho guitar, so humble you sing
Of your sadness, your accent you bring
Like the echo of that old lament
That at dusk the thrush lets out, content

At times you weep on your bass string
You sing of sorrows, know how to bring
And so you weave together the joys
With the nostalgia of some lost voice

Singing you laugh, singing you cry
Moaning you plead for a passion nearby
And with courage your traditions
Shout the sounds of your compositions

You are the envy of the troubadours
Who in the branches try to explore
The sweet rhythm of your chords so fine
When singing you want to cry, intertwine

Homeland you murmur in your sighs
Then in lullabies you speak of love ties
And you unravel in the milongas
Your style is sad and full of longings