Que Seas Vos
Los Chalchaleros
May You Be
When the arid lantern of my heart no longer lights me up
Return to my land
Take my verses and sing them yourself
Let my hills know
How I have felt it almost painfully
Sowing my song
There in the ravine, tell them yourself
May all of the Puna vibrate with the echo
Of each song
Let someone sing them standing
And facing the sky, but may it be you
I want to give the wind a poncho
Made of notes with Sun fringes
Wrapped in my zamba
Whistle and dance them, ask yourself
If it makes you sad, think
That in the bewitched night
I am there, and if my song has been lost
In the shadow, it will endure in you
