Tutuy Que Quema
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
Burning Fire
Like a burning ember, the fire is pain
Like a burning ember, the fire is pain
My heart's on fire, burning like hell
My heart's on fire, Aunt Magdalena
I feel the blood boiling in my veins
Because it's the tradition that’s burning
The tradition is burning, Aunt Magdalena!
The tradition is burning! Who would’ve thought? Who would say?
That foreign feelings would kill it; they’d burn it down
Look, look at this pain, Aunt Magdalena, Aunt Magdalena
Foreign feelings come singing
Foreign feelings come singing
Cuecas, tonadas, and gatos are being forgotten
Tradition of my land is burning away
It's burning away, oh look at this pain!
Glorious traditions, burning like hell
Tradition of my land, Aunt Magdalena
Glorious traditions from three sister lands of Cuyo
San Luis, San Juan, Mendoza, glorious cradle of freedom
I’ll sing to you always, even if my great general burns out.
