Luna Tucumana

I don't sing to the moon
Because it lights up and nothing else
I sing to her because she knows
From my long walk

Oh, little moon from Tucumán
Calchaqui little drum
Companion of the gauchos
On the paths of Tafi

Lost in the gloom
Who knows my life and where I will be?
More when the moon rises
I will sing, I will sing
To my beloved Tucumán
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing

With hope or with sorrow
In the fields of Acheral
I have seen the good Moon
Kissing the cane field

If we have anything in common
Moon of loneliness
I'm walking and singing
That is my way of lighting