Puerto Pañuelo

In Puerto Handkerchief, what a beautiful day
When in spring I met you
The waters of the lake were like mirrors
The waters of Nahuel Huapi Lake.

Guitar lips drink the landscape
Larches and ceibos, blooming amancay
The night fell asleep in your hair
That became a song for me in Bariloche.

When in spring the flowers bloom
And the whole landscape changes color
Don't forget, my beloved, that in Puerto Handkerchief
I will love these verses to your heart.

Snow virgin baptize my footprint
You will be my star that will illuminate
My traveling course that doesn't stop
That is a sailboat and cannot anchor.

Ancient forests that once saw
Waiting for the evening that never returned
Because time is old and that time knows
That the voice of a singer is a passing bird.