El aguacero [English translation]

As if I was denying Destiny

to cross a long-distance route

over a sad extension,

the carriage is grinding on the road

that seems to open

the passage to the white roof of the carriage.

When the skeleton screams,

it is the sign that the storm is coming,

a fresh breath curls the paddocks

and horneros are making noise

announcing the downpour...

and Pampa is like a green handkerchief,

hung from the sky,

lying in the sun,

just how life sometimes turns out

without shadows or wounds,

without pain or love...

The wind of the glen

brings pleasure to the wet soil

and in the song of the old cowboy

it looks like the pampero

blowing the pain away...

Suddenly, the storm is unleashed

and the rain is a curtain

lying in the vastness

while the oxen

on the dusty path

are blow away with happiness

with a will to wander around...

Welcome the song of the southern lapwing

that greets the downpour!

It is not as sad anymore

the sadness of the road

and on the pole, the boyero

feels like singing.

Langanay, the old ox with dappled back,

silent cropper of the same sorrow,

the same yugo ties us to the road...

Heavy fate

to wander and to wander!

Where will you go, dappled ox?

Will the herder not follow you?

And the Pampa is like a green handkerchief,

hung from the sky that wants to cry...