Rastros e Saudades

Feeling my foot in the stirrup, my horse trembled;
My heart stays here, it's me who's leaving now.

Pass me a mate from the stirrup, my dear, I won't be long.
As I ride off, I shout, so they don't see me cry!

Between the field and the blue sky, in the leagues of freedom,
There are traces and trails, filled with longing...

The pain I'm enduring couldn't be harder,
Having eyes to cry, but not to see you...

When far away, my dear, I'll imagine you at the watering hole,
Dreaming of savoring your lips, in a kiss beyond this road.

Through the resting places and sheds, lie restless longings,
Whispered illusions, in the steady pace of life.

The price of the long road is much greater than the distance,
The milonga suffers with me, wanting to return to the ranch.