Asunción

Asuncion, how distant your memories
are becoming for me
Asuncion, you are sweeter from afar
in my Guarani harp.

Mbiyubi, as you carry in flight
a springtime song
arrive and tell her my worries
and my nights of orphanhood.

Chorus

Like a bride who gets lost
there in the youthful mist
your feminine silhouette
fades in my memory.

Old medieval courtyards
of your colonial figure
I always evoke in my nostalgia
capital of Paraguay.

Asuncion, in the calm of your streets
of an evocative silence
Asuncion, the soul of legend
of your old tradition floats.

Yerubi, you who lull the sorrows
of my lyrical song
tell and tell her my sleepless nights
so that my Asuncion knows.