Mi luna cautiva [English translation]

After a long absence

Here I am once again

Just like the skylark

Beaten by strong winds

And I bring a thousand songs in tow

Like dry firewood

The memory of bonfires

An invitation to maté 1

And I bring a thousand songs in tow

Like dry firewood

The memory of bonfires

An invitation to maté

By the wayside

I could see your ranch

The place where they weave

An altar to the night

The crest of the willow grove

Combed through my serenade

By the foot of the stone wall

Where the moon passes by

The crest of the willow grove

Combed through my serenade

By the foot of the stone wall

Where the moon passes by

Your love is a celestial body

With guitar strings

A starlight that illuminates me

In my darkness

Come close to the gate

You are the mistress of my soul

You are my captive moon

Who kisses me, then leaves

Come close to the gate

You are the mistress of my soul

You are my captive moon

Who kisses me, then leaves

Come close to the gate

You are the mistress of my soul

You are my captive moon

Who kisses me, then leaves

Listen, for my crickets

Are in love,

And in the night they cry out

The willow grove's laments

The flickering of spurs

Down by the river's ford

And a night serene which

Brightens my suffering

The flickering of spurs

Down by the river's ford

And a night serene which

Brightens my suffering

Here I am once again,

My troop by my footsteps;

Mule drivers, musicians

They ease my return

I had to halt on my way here,

On account of skittish bull

By the foot of the stone wall

Next to the willow grove

I had to halt on my way here,

On account of skittish bull

By the foot of the stone wall

Next to the willow grove

Your love is a celestial body

With guitar strings

A starlight that illuminates me

In my darkness

Come close to the gate

You are the mistress of my soul

You are my captive moon

Who kisses me, then leaves

Come close to the gate

You are the mistress of my soul

You are my captive moon

Who kisses me, then leaves

1. "Memories [...] that invite to maté [verb]," meaning the entire experience: preparing yerba maté in a gourd, sipping it with a bombilla, drinking several gourds.

• Artist:Jorge Cafrune