El cosechero [English translation]

THE HARVESTER

The old river

That crosses the dawn

Like a big place full of water hyacinths

Carries and crazily rocks a raft

On my way to the harvest, I will be a harvester.

And among white flakes I will sing my hope

With hardened hands I will leave my heart in the cotton.

The wild Chaco land full of hardwood trees

Will light up my blood with a hoarse sapucay

And my hat under the sun

Will be a lighthouse in the furrow.

Cotton that goes...That goes...That goes...

Soft silver, wet from moon and sweat

I want a drunken little farm of dreams and love

I come from Corrientes

I can already see Barranquera

And on the coast, an accordion

Moans its slow chamame.

On my way to the harvest, I will be a harvester.

And among white flakes I will sing my hope

With hardened hands I will leave my heart in the cotton.

The wild Chaco land full of hardwood trees

Will light up my blood with a hoarse sapucay

And my hat under the sun

Will be a lighthouse in the furrow.

Cotton that goes...That goes...That goes...

Soft silver, wet from moon and sweat

I want a drunken little farm of dreams and love