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When I leave forever from this world
As I distance myself from my beloved ones
Only one wish to the supreme God, I ask
An impossible one but I know it's so profound

That my whole soul turns into a tree
So that on hot summer days
Under my shade, my countrymen rest
Like a post that anyone who wants can occupy

That the children encircle me in a circle
And those who love each other fulfilling a promise
Leave their names as a memory on my bark
Even if it hurts me, they will carve me with a knife

And when a carpenter cuts my wood
Instead of furniture, he dedicates himself to making guitars
To be with my friends at parties
With accordions and a strumming of chamamé

That my whole soul turns into a tree
So that on hot summer days
Under my shade, my countrymen rest
Like a post that anyone who wants can occupy
That the children encircle me in a circle
And those who love each other fulfilling a promise
Leave their names as a memory on my bark
Even if it hurts me, they will carve me with a knife
And when a carpenter cuts my wood
Instead of furniture, he dedicates himself to making guitars
To be with my friends at parties
With accordions and a strumming of chamamé