Cantares Lugareños

I'll sing the songs of my homeland
I'll cry for the songs already lost
I'll shout; I'll shout Why has it gone
What our past has bequeathed us?

The ancient customs never die
Those lovely local things
Lovely things that the land always gives
And now I'll sing them

I'll sing with passion; I'll toast with fervor
The Songs and dances of my Land
That the lord has sent us from heaven

Those tender songs of the homeland
Will live attached to the land
In the grandiose pampas and in the mountains
They will sing; they will sing like that, lord

The practitioners of our own will sing
Young troubadours will sing
Poets will toast their profiles
Giving their great inspiration

I'll sing with passion; I'll toast with fervor
The Songs and dances of my Land
That the lord has sent us from heaven

I'll sing with passion; I'll toast with fervor
The Songs and dances of my Land
That the lord has sent us from heaven