Baguala de Juan Poquito

It seems to me that there's a cricket
In the Tucuman night
That doesn't sing with its beak
But cries with its wings

Juan Poquito laments
That his girlfriend, the cicada
Suddenly and without warning
Has gone to Salta

I listen to him
Juan Poquito
Sings a lot

The cicada has left him
Not because she's ungrateful
She left because she had
Her little house on a corn husk

Just a while ago
As a freight train passed by
It took all the corn cobs
With the little house and the cicada

I listen to him
Juan Poquito
Sings a lot

The cicada is crying
Madly scorched
When she hears Juan Poquito
Calling her so sadly

They got married right away
Juan Poquito and the cicada
Around a seed
Between Tucuman and Salta

I listen to him
Juan Poquito
Sings a lot

I listen to him
Juan Poquito
Sings a lot

I listen to him
Juan Poquito
Sings a lot