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Translation
The sandy one
Sandy one, little sandy one,
my Cafayate land,
the one who drinks from its wine
gains sleep and loses suffering.
The water from Calchaquí,
father of all sowings
when one leaves and doesn't return
he sings while crying and moves away
Sand, little sand,
sand, cover my footstep
so that I see it again, my life,
in the wine harvests.
Moon of the bogs
little moon of Cafayate,
Moon of dark sand
in carnivals of absence.
Let me drink with your wine
the sap of Cafayate
and may I lose myself in the Cueca
singing before I die.
regenkind✕
Mercedes Sosa: Top 3
| 1. | Gracias a la vida |
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| 3. | Alfonsina y el mar |
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