Primavera en Telén

When you want to find me
Don't ask for my name
Look for me in spring
Under a ranquel sky

You will find me in the flowers
Of the tough thorn
Or in the noble wood
Of the enduring caldén

Look for me in the whistle
Of the proud calandria
That stays in the fences
Even if it dies of thirst

Where the brave alpataco
Kneels in the sand
Begging the winds
For the return of the Atuel
For the return of the Atuel!

Spoken
Look for me in those towns
With an Araucanian accent
Where all my race
Today stands tall

Lonquimay, Alpachiri
There in Puelches, Luan Toro
Utracán, Pichi Huinca
Leuvucó, Guatraché

When all of La Pampa
Turns into a scream
Mixing hopes
In a furtive stampede
I name you in the name
Of my old ancestors
Capital of my dreams
My beloved Telén

Chorus
Look for me in those towns
With an Araucanian accent
Where all my race
Today stands tall

I will be like a shout
Staked in the wind
Pronouncing your name
My beloved Telén
My beloved Telén
My beloved TELÉN...