Zamba Lozano

Sky above Jujuy,
On the way to the highlands I start to sing,
Flowers from the thistles,
Cholitas dance the carnival

And in the eyes of the llamas,
The moon of salt looks at me alone
And the whirlwinds are there,
In the sandy dance floor

Sprig of basil,
Little Yolanda where will you be?
Behind, she stayed lighting up her brightness.
Flowers from the thistles,
Cholitas dance the carnival

Jujeñita, who saw you
In the sad highlands, they fall in love with you again;
My sorrow goes into the air
And in the air, it cries its suffering

I'm leaving, I'll come back,
The thistles have been left alone;
It will burn in your eyes,
Zamba in love with the carnival