Isla Patrulla [English translation]

To the Fuentes brothers and to Rico Moreira,

to Coco Brun and to Charquero, to don Gregorio and to Chilo,

to Riaño and to Moriño,

to the Negro Bruno, to doña María and to Capincho Fernández,

and to all the people who wanted a new path to go to their fields,

but don't need a new path to reach to my memory.

Look how pretty are the fields

of the Fifth section,

the mounts are like mothers, of course!

and even the wind sings.

Strong stands Isla Patrulla

milestone of tradition

where the sun for drinking mate, of course!

they say it's early rising

The people doesn't show

it's friendship just like that;

they have the affection hidden, of course!

like the water of the place.

They want to keep alive

the flame of their bonfire

and even the poorest house, of course!

has its blooming garden.

And in the old trees

and by the main street,

having fun in memories, of course!

an old air remined.

Small homeland, Isla Patrulla,

unsociable, tenacious corner

homeland of wide-brimmed hats, of course!

wide-brimmed and laid back

Small homeland, Isla Patrulla,

someday I'll return,

to find the old places

there must be a path

To find the old places, of course!

there must be a path

• Artist:Los Olimareños
• Album:Los Olimareños en Paris (1964)