La arenosa [English translation]

Sandy one, little sandy one,

my Cafayate land,

the one who drinks from its wine

gains sleep and loses suffering.

The water from Calchaquí,

father of all sowings

when one leaves and doesn't return

he sings while crying and moves away

Sand, little sand,

sand, cover my footstep

so that I see it again, my life,

in the wine harvests.

Moon of the bogs

little moon of Cafayate,

Moon of dark sand

in carnivals of absence.

Let me drink with your wine

the sap of Cafayate

and may I lose myself in the Cueca

singing before I die.