Cosquín, Tu Recuerdo
La luna bailando en el río
Un río que canta tonadas
Tonadas que dicen los sueños
Los sueños cantores del aquel guitarrero
Tonadas que dicen los sueños
Los sueños cantores del aquel guitarrero.
La noche abrazando ilusiones
La plaza colmada de anhelos
Cosquín que se afana en aprestos
Esperar a don julio decir a los vientos.
Aquí cosquín
Campana, bombas de colores
Las voces que hoy llenan la noche
Reflejan el alma de aquellos cantores
Comienzo de las nueve lunas
Que dirán al mundo su canto de cuna.
"don ata" se apresta a cantar
Comienza a pulsar su guitarra
Se vienen "los quilla" permiso
Ya se oyen "los chalchas" y "los fronterizos"
Se vienen "los quilla" permiso
"cantores del alba" y "los fronterizos"
"hernán figueroa" ya canta
Su zamba del enamorado
El "cuchi" acaricia su piano
"cafrune" saluda sombrero en la mano
El "cuchi" acaricia su piano
"cafrune" saluda sombrero en la mano
Aquí cosquín
Campana, bombas de colores
Las voces que hoy llenan la noche
Reflejan el alma de aquellos cantores
Comienzo de las nueve lunas
Que dirán al mundo su canto de cuna.
Cosquín, Your Memory
The moon dancing on the river
A river that sings tunes
Tunes that speak of dreams
The singing dreams of that guitarist
Tunes that speak of dreams
The singing dreams of that guitarist.
The night embracing illusions
The square filled with longings
Cosquín bustling with preparations
Waiting for Don Julio to speak to the winds.
Here in Cosquín
Bells, colorful fireworks
The voices that fill the night today
Reflect the soul of those singers
Beginning of the nine moons
That will tell the world their lullaby.
'Don Ata' is getting ready to sing
He starts strumming his guitar
'Los Quilla' are coming, permission
We already hear 'Los Chalchas' and 'Los Fronterizos'
'Los Quilla' are coming, permission
'Cantores del Alba' and 'Los Fronterizos'
'Hernán Figueroa' is already singing
His zamba of the enamored
'El Cuchi' caresses his piano
'Cafrune' greets with his hat in hand
'El Cuchi' caresses his piano
'Cafrune' greets with his hat in hand
Here in Cosquín
Bells, colorful fireworks
The voices that fill the night today
Reflect the soul of those singers
Beginning of the nine moons
That will tell the world their lullaby.