Mañana me voy de viaje

Recited.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow I'm going on a trip.

I'm going to start walking along a path, long,
green sand and sea
and I'm going to roll it up, into a ball,
to keep it in my heart,
when I don't have the white mountain range,
and I miss the rich kiss of my beautiful and lovely black woman.
Let's see if that way I don't get lost walking around.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I'm going on a trip.

I'm going to spend just a second, riding
through the vast and silent Patagonia,
and between sheep and shepherds, oil and oil worker,
grass and grassland, rhea and rhea herder,
I'm going to invent a way to take the wind with me
to sing to me, far away at night, its long cueca.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I'm going on a trip.

In Coyhaique I'm going to braid a lasso,
with the leather of a glossy-haired cow,
and I'm going to tie, with it,
the road that goes down to Puerto Aysén.
I'm going to stop in front of the