Crepúsculo Jujeño

If you speak to me through the wind
Kissing my cheeks
If I can feel even your land
Running through my toy-like hands
If my heart is tough as nails
Why?
I can't go back to my Jujuy

I saw my years go by
Among willows and lapachos
I gave you my youth, I loved your soil
You gave me my first love song
Your flower
Was a symbol and scent of her skin

And your white Moon
Was a witness to my sleepless nights
The red cliff was the canvas
Where I painted my first fear
Of not coming back
The big river wanted to bring me

I cry for the mystery of your streets
I miss the bosom of my people
And I can hear Pachamama
Talking to me
Oh, if my years could
Turn into lies and be born again

My grandpa in the mountains
Among coca leaves and tobacco
Told me the secrets of faith
Among partridges and deer
I was amazed
To be the son of who I came to be

These are things of the land
Who knows, one day returning
I discover that I only distanced myself
When I tell him everything that
I thought
He'll know that my heart never left