Luna Tucumana
Los Chalchaleros
Tucuman Moon
I don't sing to the moon
Because it shines and nothing more
I sing to her because she knows
About my long journey
Oh Tucuman moon
Little drum from Calchaqui
Companion of the gauchos
On the paths of Tafi
Lost in the thickets
Who knows where I'll be wandering
But when the moon rises
I will sing, I will sing
To my beloved Tucuman
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing
With hope or with sorrow
In the fields of Acheral
I have seen the kind moon
Kissing the sugarcane field
We resemble each other
Moon of solitude
I keep walking and singing
Because that's my way of shining
