I cry for you Argentina hectic planet’s southern corner land of passion, crazy arena aforetime our bonds were stronger.
No longer yours, you never mine our lives belonged together once I used to taste your scarlet wine, your gorgeous girls, your charming dance.
The friends from ages, forgotten stories so much privation, my heart is sore my aging parents, the elder brothers your call is clear I shall wait no more.
Exultant hugs, reunion is great my parent’s sanctuary regaining life but there is an end, a settled date cruel farewell that sticks its knife.
I’ve seen those humid agates before I've heard how silence can drown the wail hair-raising feeling on every pore they'll stand upright, I will be frail.
Oh, childhood playground! my old-time shelter long time impeded of children laughing no words no tears, this way is better my love, my kids, my home are waiting.
Leaving your childhood place leaves a mix of sweet and sour feelings. Visiting back your birth country is an emotional experience.