Coplas Del Valle

This wandering zamba
Is arriving
And joins the circle
As if playing

A little handkerchief in the air
And a hope
Little heart burning
Like an ember

I return from Daimogasta
From the Pirquitas
I bring a flower from the air
From the little hill
For my girl from Tinogasta, my girl
Pretty girl

Come, let's dance the zamba
With a lively rhythm
Where you can hear a drum
Through the ravine

When I return to my homeland
I will take
A little vicuña poncho
Made in the valley