I return to the South
like one always returns to the love,
I return to you,
with my longing, with my anxiety.
I carry the South
like a destiny of my heart;
I am from the South
like the melodies of the bandoneon.
I dream of the South,
a huge moon, the sky reversed,
I am looking for the South
the open time, and its thereafter.
I love the South,
its good people, its dignity,
I feel the South,
like I feel your body in intimacy.
I love you South,
South, I love you.
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I return to the South
like one always returns to the love,
I return to you,
with my longing, with my anxiety.
I love the South,
its good people, its dignity,
I feel the South
like I feel your body in intimacy.
I return to the South,
I carry the South,
I love you South,
I love you South...