Ashpa Sumaj

From far away I have arrived from the land of mistol
I am burned by the sun and tanned by the winds
I sing with this Santiago accent, I am a gentleman

I like patay, añapa, chañar syrup
Dead water to drink mate, tortilla and chipaco
And some tobacco leaves with husks to smoke

When I want to be happy I go to the trenches
To dance the chacarera under the itines with harp bass drum and violins and some vidaleras boxes

For whatever you want to send, I am definitely your servant
I am a regular tap dancer and good at the tabeada from the taboada area of Santiago

I sing vidalas from the mountain and zambas from the salt flat
Those that I will never exchange for songs from another land, I will sing like my grandfather for the time of the carnival

My land has no gold, no wheat fields, no cattle
Neither green meadows nor other signs of wealth
But he has for greatness the soul that God has given him

It is the soul of my land that blooms in songs
Legends and traditions that were well preserved and that the hearts of the people of Santiago will always keep

Among all the best perhaps in the whole world
But according to what I consider and here I say it with conscience, it is my payment, my love, my Santiago del Estero