Lunita de Taragui

Recited
Witches in a row seem
At night the orange groves
And on the edge of the wide river
The willows are ghosts;
But the moon appears
-lantern of my places-
And there is poetry in the willows
And in the orange grove songs.

Sung
When I think of my Corrientes
I regret not being there
And in the afternoons through the fields
To burn in its cuarajhí.
But what I feel most
Not finding myself in my taragüí
Is for its divine nights
Bathed by the yasí.

In the sky
With its blue dress,
Through the orange grove
Walking its light.
How sad it makes me
Not to be there anymore
And see you again
Moon of Taragui.

Moon that in spring
When the orange blossom blooms
You sail every night
On the Paraná River.
I would like to fall asleep one day
Lying in the grass
And die slowly
While the moon goes away.