Cosquín, Tu Recuerdo

The moon dancing on the river
A river that sings tunes
Tunes that speak of dreams
The singing dreams of that guitarist
Tunes that speak of dreams
The singing dreams of that guitarist.

The night embracing illusions
The square filled with longings
Cosquín bustling with preparations
Waiting for Don Julio to speak to the winds.

Here in Cosquín
Bells, colorful fireworks
The voices that fill the night today
Reflect the soul of those singers
Beginning of the nine moons
That will tell the world their lullaby.

'Don Ata' is getting ready to sing
He starts strumming his guitar
'Los Quilla' are coming, permission
We already hear 'Los Chalchas' and 'Los Fronterizos'
'Los Quilla' are coming, permission
'Cantores del Alba' and 'Los Fronterizos'
'Hernán Figueroa' is already singing
His zamba of the enamored
'El Cuchi' caresses his piano
'Cafrune' greets with his hat in hand
'El Cuchi' caresses his piano
'Cafrune' greets with his hat in hand

Here in Cosquín
Bells, colorful fireworks
The voices that fill the night today
Reflect the soul of those singers
Beginning of the nine moons
That will tell the world their lullaby.