Canta pais
SOLEDAD
Sing, country
When I see my country singing, singing, singing,
in Alto Paraná or in Salta, singing, singing,
I raise my guitar high and say... let's go!
Argentines let's go, Argentines let's go!
I raise my guitar high and say... let's go!
Argentines let's go, let's go!
My beloved land that I love so much, and I sing without tears,
I'm looking for spring in you, waiting, waiting,
give me your hand and let's gallop together through mountains and plains, hills and meadows,
give me your hand and let's gallop together, let's gallop together, together.
To walk, to walk, I'm singing, singing to fight,
for peace, for bread, to sing for my Argentine land.
Patagonia sings and El Turbio grumbles,
when Rio Negro overflows, Mendoza mentions me,
Entre Rios sings, Santa Fe, the spring,
Cordoba and Santiago, giving their whole lives.
And I ask you, companion, companion
what are you waiting for? What are you waiting for?
To walk, to walk, I'm singing, singing to fight,
for peace, for bread, to sing for my Argentine land, to fight, to sing...
