Quimey Neuquén (Romance-loncomeo) (feat. Marcelo Berbel y Los Mellizos Pehuenches)

Here I am in my Neuquén
Tree-man sowing
With the strength of the pehuén
And the sweetness of the apple trees
The mountain range looked at me
With the eyes of its lakes
And its ancient spells gallop through my blood

The wind gave me its shout
The Limay its wild song
The old machi Quillem
The magic of its summers
Wind mixed in the shout
Stirs up my backwaters
And my voice shatters
When it wants to become a song

Proud, bold, arrogant
With Araucanian lineage
I gained stature in my land
Nourishing myself in its lap
Pine nut, michay, strawberry
Gave me an Indian flavor
Proud to be from Neuquén
With the pulse of the bitter river

I climbed the shadow of the tree
Through the center of summer
I returned in winter
Riding a white colt
I walked leagues of dreams
From Angostura to Varvarco
And I found time asleep
In the Araucanian chenques

The Moon came out to look at me
With a cultrún in hand
The machis gathered days
On the shores of March
And with their ancient presence
The forgotten lords
Squeezed their sadness
In the stone walls of weariness

Lanín fluttered above
The sky of my compatriots
And they returned with a plea
Between silence and lips
The nguillatún called them
With a voice of mist and dusk
And even the people of Namuncurá, the saint
Prayed in the Indian way

Through the wild sands
My trail was rolling
And the wind entertained itself
Uncovering its past
Dreams of pottery
Shattered in a jug
Through its broken mouth
The clay still complained

Mapuche land, my land
Preserves its own tears
And sings its joys
In the chirping of its birds
None have its accent
Nor its forests, nor its lakes
Nor its brave rivers
With unbridled gallop

With the Limay, the Neuquén
The homeland will work its miracle
Greatness will flourish
That we have dreamed so much
When Chocón, red hills
Contain their fury
A complex of capitals
An anthem of peace and work

My collapsed volcanoes
Beat for my origins
Gods of violent fires
Sunken in a slumber
Where the thermal blood
Founder of miracles
Those who gave Copahue
Life in waters and mud

And when I see my desert
Crucified by towers
Giving away its heart
Of millenary oil
I run in the malón of the wind
Without spurs or horse
With a wild pride
Of Argentine and compatriot

And in the mouths of the machis
My song is being tempered
In the oldest cry
Imprisoned by uranium
And dawned in gold
I go down to Andacollo
Dreaming along its shores
Old dreams unveiled

And I climb, in the shepherd's whistle
Through the slopes of the palao
I find miraculous herbs
Guarded by the ñanco
Broken moons in the cohiues
Fires in the ñirantos
Springs that laugh
With frosty eyes

Of the proudest snow
Fugitive from the mud
I leave my heart
Attached to its soft chest
So that it returns to the valleys
Shared among the pastures
When the deer and guanacos
Play with their offspring

Pulsing through solitudes
I am returning to the plains
I am coming back to my origin
A mix of Indian and white
And here I am in my Neuquén
Tree-man sowing
With the strength of the pehuén
And the sweetness of the apple trees
Standing at the foot of my blood
Facing, facing the strange
With the maloquera spear
Or the expeditionary saber

Sun of the sand dunes
Watered in the blood of the brave Sayhueque
A cry that is returning
In your unruly other Pehuenche

From the sky the deep night
Hears the wind's serenade
Tupos the Moon lights up
In the black simba of my Araucanian

Waters that go, want to return
Waters that go, want to return
Upstream of the learned song
Neuquén quimey, quimey Neuquén

Sun that is wearing out
In flat stones and murky currents
Kisses the Indian shadow
That returns swollen
From a green dream

Silence is already ripe
Through the rugged belly of your cliffs
Wants to rayén fall asleep
Its entrails tremble
In love

Waters that go, want to return
Waters that go, want to return
Upstream of the learned song
Neuquén quimey, quimey Neuquén
Neuquén quimey, quimey Neuquén
Neuquén quimey, quimey Neuquén