Luna Tucumana
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Tucuman Moon
I don't sing to the Moon
Because it shines and nothing more
I sing to her because she knows
About my long journey
Oh, Tucuman moon
Little drum from Calchaqui
Companion of the gauchos
In the nights of Tafi
Lost in the thickets
Who knows, my dear
Where I'll be
But when the Moon rises
I will sing, I will sing
To my beloved Tucuman
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 sugarcane field
In something we resemble
Moon of solitude
I go walking and singing
That's my way of shining
