Like the air carnation, 1.
that's how she was,
just like the flower.
pinned in my heart.
Oh, how much I cried
because she left me!
Like the air carnation,
just like the flower,
that's how she was.
In this region,
just like an ombu 2.
alone and without flower,
that's how I was.
And captured by grief,
through the years I lived,
just like an ombú
in this region.
And all my branches
were getting dry,
when one afternoon
she looked for my shade.
A bird sung
in my branches,
and the tree, without flowers,
got its bloom.
But a happy traveller,
-damn traveller-
crossed the country side,
and, in his arms, she left me,
and I remained
flowerless, once again.
The one that cross was the wind,
the wind of the Pampa 3.
that took her away.
(It repeats from the beginning)
Like the air carnation,
that's how she was,
just like the flower.