Bucolic ways

A new journey is about to start
Coming back to the meadows where I was born
to the strands we sealed our love
to my shed in the steppe
to the trails we made our steps

Where is thy place thou talk about my little friend?
so vast, pristine and longed by all brave men
Is it in thy mind or is it just a lie?

Hey jolly good fellow
you enjoy your city with lights
and I bucolic ways with stars
with love,
Southern Cone, here I go