Luna Tucumana
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Tucuman Moon
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
