La Angaquera

Angaquera of my life salty land
My heart and the song fade in you

Pour wine into the song, cow lying down
Let it hit me like the stab of your eyes
Let it hit me like the stab of your eyes

Here comes the Moon silvering the vineyards of angaco
The Sun in the sand dunes gilds your lips smell of silly bird your land has

Angaquera of my life hot land
In your eyes wine and brandy are born

Through the black salt flats I go burning
Your mouth promises the water I am craving
Your mouth promises the water I am craving

Here comes the Moon silvering the vineyards of angaco
The Sun in the sand dunes gilds your lips smell of silly bird your land has