Zamba Del Grillo

The roads took me to the hills of Tucumán
And they brought back feelings that will never be forgotten
And they brought back feelings that will never be forgotten

A happy cricket filled its song with blue and January
And upon returning to the plains I was saying goodbye to the hill
And upon returning to the plains I was saying goodbye to the hill

Like that field cricket that sang alone
So lost in the night it was also a cricket, viday, my zamba
So lost in the night my zamba goes, palomitay

I have returned to the Tucumán hills in a sad winter
Only the mountain and the river, wrapped in my sorrows, saw me passing by
Only the mountain and the river, wrapped in my sorrows, saw me passing by

The Moon illuminated the cricket's song next to the road
And with a shadow in my soul I thought about the absence of the lost good
And with a shadow in my soul I thought about the absence of the lost good

Like that field cricket that sang alone
So lost in the night it was also a cricket, viday, my zamba
So lost in the night my zamba goes, palomitay