Come with me to the Rio de la Plata
Where the wind will stroke your scars
Stay with me on the banks of the rio
Under southern sky full with stars
The rio flows gently through green fields
Where Gauchos defending their rights
A bandoneon lies rotten beside her
There is no freedom there is only absence of fights
Inside the rio a timbal is playing
Winter donates his yesterday fee
We are all prisoners of a few pesos
Only our dreams are running for free
