Cafayate

What elf will come to tempt me?
With folk songs, flour, and song
Carnival
Take me to Cafayate
And let the wine untie
The sorrows of the heart

And the poplar dressed (the poplar dressed)
With a poncho of blue sky
Woke up the cricket from its chores
And weaving the colors
Painted the valley with its light

Let the elf look for me
When the carnival ends
Medanal (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Cover me with your sands
Let the devil take away the sorrows
And not be able to find me

What might the elf be wanting?
The elf of illusion
Arenal
If the wind erased my trace
Let it hang from one of the stars
The dream of this singer

And I have no shortage of reasons (and I have no shortage of reasons)
To let myself be tempted
In the end
What is worth more than my song?
There's no sorrow that can cover the tears
Of not being able to sing to you

Let the elf look for me
When the carnival ends
Medanal (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Cover me with your sands
Let the devil take away the sorrows
And not be able to find me