Cafayate

What spirit will come to tempt me
With folk songs, flour, and song
Carnival take me to Cafayate
And let the wine unleash
The sorrows of the heart

And the alameda dressed
In a poncho of blue sky
Awakened the cricket from its chores
And weaving the colors
Painted the valley with its light

Let the spirit look for me
When the carnival ends
Medanal cover me with your sands
Let the devil take the sorrows
And not be able to find me

What might the spirit be wanting
The spirit of illusion
If the wind erased my footprint
Let it hang from one of the stars
The dream of this singer

And I have plenty of reasons
To let myself be tempted
In the end, what's worth more than my song
There's no sorrow that can cover the tears
Of not being able to sing to you

Let the spirit look for me
When the carnival ends
Medanal cover me with your sands
Let the devil take the sorrows
And not be able to find me