Tu Que Puedes, Vuelvete
Los Chalchaleros
You Who Can, Turn Back
(Song)
I dreamed that the river spoke to me
with a voice of snowy peaks,
and sweetly reminded me
of the things from my homeland.
You who can, turn back...
the river said to me crying.
The hills that you love so much
- it said to me -
are waiting for you over there.
It's a sad thing to be a river.
Who could be a lagoon...
To hear the whistle in the reeds
when kissed by the moon...
How similar things are
between your destiny and mine:
to live singing and suffering
along those long roads.
You who can, turn back...
the river said to me crying.
The hills that you love so much
- it said to me -
are waiting for you over there.
