Mounted on his chestnut horse
The vidala watched him pass
Tangle themselves in his soul
that lights up stones and roads
and next to the poor girl
mountains and rivers cry for him
also through La Banda and Lules
and likewise through Amaichá
The little Creole girl from Santiago
to ease her from the cold
for the hunted troubadour
The humble one with the vidala
along the roads of the world
marking the four directions
for so many lovely memories
searching for his brothers
because he didn't find him
he kept on slowly leaving
Daybreak is clearing
and on the corners of the churqui
a severed lightning bolt bursts
gave him its wind song
and he fell asleep on a track
all of La Pampa weeps for him
along the roads of the world
marking the four directions
for so many lovely memories