My way to you - it´s been long
but now I am waving my sombrero
Buenos Dias, now I am here
When the sun is glowing red (= synonym for going down)
I can here La Plata from far
and he/it sings me a song:
Good day, you foreign country
come, let´s join each others hands
that´s the name of my melody
and it (the melody) should connect us
with the ribbon of harmony
Buenos Dias, all you guitars
when the evening is coming
you should tell me
about the song of the pampas
and when you are with me
the time will be like a dream
which you will never forget