Farewell to my pampa

Goodbye, my prairie!...
I'm leaving... I'm going to foreign lands.
Goodbye, paths that I have traveled,
rivers, mountains, and valleys,
shack where I was born.
If we don't see each other again,
dear land,
I want you to know
that as I leave, I leave my life behind.
Goodbye!...

When leaving you, my prairie,
my eyes and soul fill
with the green of your grass
and the trembling of the stars.
With the song of the winds
and the weeping of guitars
that sometimes brought me joy
and other times made me cry.

Goodbye... My prairie!...
I'm going on the path of hope.
Goodbye, plains that I have galloped,
paths, hills, and ravines,
places where I have dreamed.
I will return to your soil
when I sense
that my soul escapes
like a dove, to the sky...
Goodbye!...
I'm leaving, my prairie!...
Goodbye!...