La solitaria [Templando la marcha de la soledad] [English translation]

Tuning the march

of solitude

I got lost in the hills

that don't exist in the city

So that freedom and the name that makes me cry so much

wouldn't see me

I woke up from the wine

that makes me forget

those two eyes, bright like stars,

that know how to talk.

And this happy song

that friendship is

to know there's someone

who loves just to love

Oh! When I come back

without anyone seeing me

I will go to sing

for the ones forgotten

Because I don't want them to see me already

with both of my eyes cried out

I will go looking for warm skin

among the songs

to forget pain.

Some being who knows about

loves and doubts

or a skin that was never

very pure.

Among chacareras

dreams and vidalas

from the earth itself

I will build my house

so that the forgotten ones will always come

who were struck by everyone but luck.

(Oh! when I come back (...)