Regreso a La Tonada

I return to sing tunes
From sunrise to sunset through the blood,
As life used to sing
In my father's roots.
Bud of new life:
Life is a tune.

I don't want to sing forgetfulness
Nor remember what I loved
Because they are like two deaths
Forgetting and distance,
From afar it feels close to me
To return singing tunes.

A round of doves
Surrounds the willows
And I am a child again,
Magic in the afternoon,
Bird and song,
Cueca in the dusty ground.
To the beloved Mendoza
My song will return.

I go from landscape in the dawn
And I resemble the landscape:
On the outside, the green of the climate;
Inside, the sun of the blood.
The landscape goes with me
And is a beautiful inhabitant.

The old autumn wind,
Companion of the walnut trees,
Brings me, when it returns,
The sweet voice of my mother.
From singing tunes so much
I am already a relative of the air.