Los Inundados - Mercedes Sosa

Bramando se viene el agua

Del Paraná

Creciendo noche y día

Sin parar

Ranchada, barranca, tronco

Se llevará

Con viento y aguacero

El Paraná

Mi rancho hasta la cumbrera

Ya se anegó

Ni el ceibo ni el aromo

Tienen flor

Estaba triste la tarde

Cuando me fui;

Cantó su dulce queja

El yerutí

Por el río navegando

La canoa va cargada

Redes, palos, aparejos

Los salvé de la ranchada

Por el río volveré

A Santa Fe

El agua vino bramando

Pobre quedé

Ni rancho ni cobija

He de tener

No me han de sacar del pago

Donde nací

Peleando a la corriente

He de vivir

El cielo ya está limpiando

Vuela el chajá

Calandrias y crestudos

Cantan ya

Así ha de llegar día

En que volveré

A levantar mi rancho

En Santa Fe

The water comes roaring

From Parana

growing night and day

Non-stop

ranchada, ravine, trunk

will take

With wind and downpour

The Parana

My ranch to the ridge

already flooded

Neither the ceibo nor the aroma

have flower

the afternoon was sad

When I left;

She sang her sweet complaint

the yeruti

Sailing down the river

The canoe is loaded

Nets, poles, tackle

I saved them from the ranch

By the river I will return

To Santa Fe

The water came roaring

I was poor

neither ranch nor blanket

I have to have

They do not have to take me out of the payment

where i was born

Fighting the current

I have to live

The sky is already clearing

fly the chajá

Calandrias and Crestudos

They sing already

This is how the day will come

in which I will return

to raise my ranch

in Santa Fe