Mírame

Look at me again, I want to see the immensity in your eyes
The little streets of your colonial Salta, and the source of your crystal soul
And in those paths of your eyes with your whims, to love you again
Look at me again, with those eyes full of anxiety
In your eyelashes a virgin jungle, like in the Chaco your gaze was green fire
I want to drink the carnival's must in the spell of your eyes

Your life is a mystery, it's a lost moon
River of love that burns in the sun
Let me light in your waist the purest voice of the heart

Look at me again, under your hills the mineral sings
There's a little monkey that gets lost in your dreaming
A guitar, a small town, and a song
And the fear towards the salamanca when your soul starts to tremble

Look at me again, my solitude turning blue at dawn
Like a hidden shadow in the dusty ground, the siesta goes on with the rhythm of Zupay
I want to see the land that calls me like a branch of darkness

Your life is a mystery...