Catador Enologo
Lazaro Caballero
Wine Taster
Last night I dreamed
That I was going to Mendoza
In search of a girlfriend
With all my things
Last night I dreamed
That I was going to Mendoza
In search of a girlfriend
With all my things
Even new strings
I put on my guitar
And I carried wine
From my little boot
Even new strings
I put on my guitar
And I carried juice
From my little boot
Continuing my journey
Next to my seat
A good-looking girl
Had me restless
She said she owned many wineries
And right there I became her boyfriend
She said she owned many wineries
And right there I became her boyfriend
Arriving in Mendoza
I met its people
Cuecas and folk songs
Made me feel like family
Among red, white, rosé, and clarets
I asked my pillow not to wake me up
Among red, white, rosé, and clarets
I asked my pillow not to wake me up
'What do you do?'
Asked my father-in-law
Wine taster, future engineer
'What do you do?'
Asked my father-in-law
I'm a wine taster, future engineer
'Well, you're at home
If you'd like to stay
I saw myself as the favorite of all his sons-in-law
'Well, you're at home
If you'd like to stay
I saw myself as the favorite of all his sons-in-law
Things were nice when I entered the vineyard
I drank so much wine that I drove the old folks crazy
I lost my girlfriend
Goodbye to my job
And they almost killed me if I didn't wake up
I lost my girlfriend
Goodbye to my job
And they almost killed me if I didn't wake up
Arriving in Mendoza
I met its people
Cuecas and folk songs
Made me feel like family
Among red, white, rosé, and clarets
I asked my pillow not to wake me up
Among red, white, rosé, and clarets
I asked my pillow not to wake me up
