La Niña Bendita

Blessed girl of the rain and the heat
in a spasm of pain, I drank your name
forbidden girl of the moon and the drums.

And it was a song, mother and silence
it was heart, just a flash
through those country parties, I wandered
in the place of that meeting
I saw her spin, full of wind
and a damn chacarera carried her away.

Barefoot girl, colorful little one
chujchala shadow wrapped up in pain
soaked girl with sweet syrup.

Under your feet, ghost towns
faces without faith, sacred traces
and in your little eyes, nostalgia flowed
I wanted to return to that mountain
I wanted to die on its horizon
and that damn chacarera carried her away.