Real Sayana

Old mandatory stop on the royal road
Where you nest in your thick woods a timeless story
From the coolness of your cisterns the sun has drunk
That dried the throat of the galloping messenger

Man and song in your fires knew how to burn
Winds of messages, wagons hauling salt
True sayana in chacarera, honey from quebrachal
My soul, uplifted in songs and light, I wanted to offer you

The guitar of your name, strung up royal
Is dictating the silence that man made you keep
I think your true reason comes from ancient times
A town of old culture, filled with tradition

Every town in my land is a living page
I find centuries of history, one of them I wanted to read
True sayana in chacarera, honey from quebrachal
My soul, uplifted in song and light, I wanted to offer you