Burruyacu

On a fine gray horse
Sporting a red and blue poncho
(To see the eyes of a cowgirl
I arrived at your hills Burruyacu)

While the Moon tender lamp
Shone its light over the fields
(I passed singing my folk songs
Through your sands Burruyacu)

Times go by like leaves in the fall
They go, they go
(But I always carry you in my soul
My beautiful hometown, my Tucumán)

As a memory to my cowgirl
I gave her my red and blue poncho
(And one morning I left town
And said goodbye Burruyacu)

Maybe one day I'll seek your shade
And rest there under a cross
(While the Moon passes kissing
Your groves of chañar Burruyacu)

Times go by like leaves in the fall
They go, they go
(But I always carry you in my soul
My beautiful hometown, my Tucumán)