De Pura Cepa
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
From Pure Stock
I offer you the life that torments me
I am a Cuyanito, my soul from pure stock
Don't throw me to the dawn, bad hunter
Because I'm a little thrush from the same tree
Once I told you to love me
You stood higher than the stars
This time when I tell you to give me life
You give it to me pledged and committed
