Chiquilin
(Zamba)
Galopan los avenales, el sol
sonrie sobre los campos
chiquilin me siento salir quisiera
carrera y grito por esos campos
La nave azul de la tarde
llevo mis dudas y mis preguntas
hacia la pureza de aquellos tiempos
cuando dulces mis amarguras
Que linda que era la vida
que jugueteaba sobre mi canto
la ra ra rai ra, la ra ra rai ra
y como un eco en la pampa
teru, teru, tero lejos se oia
que dulce y limpia que era la vida
Que orgullo el de la lechuza que esta
mirando por sobre el hombro
a la vieja urraca que con su canto
le da las gracias al sol de otono
Mirando con ojos de chiquilin
el campo no es tierra y viento
y se vuelve musica en la distancia
el duro bronce de los cencerros
Little one
(Zamba)
The oats gallop, the sun
smiles over the fields
little one I feel like going out
I would like to run and shout through those fields
The blue ship of the afternoon
takes my doubts and my questions
towards the purity of those times
when my sorrows were sweet
How beautiful life was
that played around my song
ra ra rai ra, ra ra rai ra
and like an echo in the pampas
teru, teru, tero was heard far away
how sweet and clean life was
How proud the owl is
looking over its shoulder
at the old magpie that with its song
gives thanks to the autumn sun
Looking with the eyes of a little one
the field is not just land and wind
and it becomes music in the distance
the hard bronze of the cowbells