Nido gaucho

Wearing its color of hope
dresses the field
its plumage
and the wind makes its strings vibrate
in the pastures
and in the flower.
I have my little ranch on the hill
where the thrushes
the thrushes sing...
Daisies
and roses
have sprouted for you,
because one day it will be that gaucho's nest
of the two of us.

My illusions will bloom
and our hearts will be united.
Tell me yes,
that the pampa night will open
and its moonbeam will put
love light in your eyes.
Don't say no,
that pain will dry my rose bush
and on the cross of my ranch the thrush
will die for your love.

Tomorrow, when the sun lights up
between drops of dew
the cry of this love of mine
on the clover you will tread.
Remember that for you I have poured it
and if you feel my torment,
swallow,
face the wind,
your two wings
you will open...
And with a single flight my sadness
you will kill.