La Tatín Villagra

The old station of Salta
lights up at dawn
a brave man's figure appears
as soon as he crosses the platform

The night is just beginning
with white wine in his voice
to the envy of the goldfinch
famous for his whistling

Just ride on, for sure
he must be around
browsing some counter
more ours than the ceibo flower
owner of every corner
if you find Tatín Villagra
tuck him into your heart

A cigarette in hand
and the stage at his feet
the man steals a sip
and a kiss from every woman

Master of walking paths
in your love journey
give me the baton, friend
I want to win it in your honor

Just ride on, for sure
he must be around
browsing some counter
more ours than the ceibo flower
owner of every corner
if you find Tatín Villagra
tuck him into your heart