La presentida

I sense you, country dance
Mixing memories
Of some wines spilled
In the accurate songs

I am alive if I sing to you
Country dance that drags
To the cradle of my bones
Towards the time of the canes

Oh if I could sing
In Santiago del Estero
With bumbunas swirling
Furrows of the new skies

When I sing country dances
The ghosts of absence
Take refuge in the shadows
While I shout in my own way

How I miss country dances
Of the Santiago boys
With a thousand drums pulsating
In the harvest of dreams

Oh if I could sing
In Santiago del Estero
With bumbunas swirling
Furrows of the new skies