Luna Tucumana

I don't sing to the Moon
Because it illuminates and nothing else
I sing to her because she knows
From my long walk
I sing to her because she knows
From my long walk

Oh, little Tucuman moon
Calchaquí drum
Companion of the gauchos
On the paths of Tafí
Companion of the gauchos
On the paths of Tafí

Lost in the forests
Who knows, life
Where will I walk?
But when the moon comes out
I will sing, I will sing
To my beloved Tucumán
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing

With hope or with sorrow
In the fields of Acheral
I have seen the good Moon
Kissing the cane field
I have seen the good Moon
Kissing the cane field

We are similar in some ways
Moon of loneliness
I'm walking and singing
That is my way of lighting
I'm walking and singing
That is my way of lighting

Lost in the forests
Who knows, life
Where will I walk?
But when the moon comes out
I will sing, I will sing
To my beloved Tucumán
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing