Monte Chaqueño

The blackbirds stir in the woods
Axe blades glint in the mist
Fallen logs, a deep red
Pressing the trail of the cougars

Mysteries of the wild in the paths
Come back to life in the sun
And a song is born at the end of the day
When the kiss of alcohol warms up

Music of the wind
Crying of the night
Shout of exhaustion in the quebracho
Lean funeral

The moon of the Chaco
Lights up a reproach
A man is dying in the arms
In the thick of the brush.