Noches de Tucumán

I know, for sure, one day
I will return to my land
that holds so much charm
for the longings of the heart.

And then they will lull me,
flourishing and gallant,
the nights of Tucumán...
Zambas of moon, rounds of love.

How many old affections
leave with this song,
and kiss from afar
the sweet nights of Tucumán...

I dream of returning one day
to where she waits for me,
the one who in the harvests was the Flower of the canes,
bride of the sun.

To see how the warm and pleasant night unfolds
and its great silver poncho
Tinto of verses on her balcony...
And I am always waiting
to return to my old home,
because the sweet nights of Tucumán are calling me...