Volver en vino [English translation]

If wine comes, life comes:

I come to your vineyard, beloved land.

I want to die singing

under your ripe vine

and to be buried at the dawn

my grave watered of wine.

If wine comes, life comes:

I come to your vineyard, beloved land.

I'd like to leave my bones

under the Mendoza sky,

for my blood and my ashes

return in the wine way

How sad must be dying

and never returning,

but life is so beautiful,

but the way is so stunning,

that if I die someday

bury me in Mendoza,

in San Juan, there at La Rioja,

in the beautiful Cayafate,

that I'll return as wine!

And when the vines cry

for the men to laugh,

I'll be filling the glasses,

and I'll be kissing the mouths

of the old partners

or maybe the one I love

and couldn't love me..

and in a party night

when you take the guitar

if you see the wine crying

let it cry its sorrow

that a brown tear

as never I'll be singing!

Life is a bitter wine,

sweet in a shared jar:

those who swim inside

drown only in life.

If wine comes, life comes:

I come to your vineyard, beloved land.

• Artist:Horacio Guarany