Aquí Me Pongo a Cantar

Here I start to sing
To the strum of the guitar
For the man who can't sleep
Carries an extraordinary pain
Like a lonely bird
He finds comfort in his song

And pay attention to the tale
Of a gaucho on the run
Who’s been a father and a husband
But they call him a criminal

I've known this land
Where the local lived
And had his little house
With his kids and his wife
It was a joy to see
How he spent his days

The meat came with the skin
The tasty stew was served
Thick corn pudding was made
The pastries and the good wine
But fate has decided
That all of that should end.