Zamba Del Riego

Through the Guaymallen, the water spirit goes
Carrying a flower of clay and sun
That will awaken in the irrigation
The vegetal voice of the Huarpe that is
Asleep in its mineral peace

Your flow goes through the laborer's valley
And at dawn goes out to suffer
The sorrow of another's furrow
Summer and rigor, from sunrise to sunset
The shadow of the grape harvester

Abode zamba of the irrigation, the water will sing to you
When it walks in the voice of the singing wine
The harvest of my town
And a rumor of irrigation and song rises
Through the agrarian path of the sun
Founding canal, song of the canebrake
The rural moon has seen you watering
The dream of my grandparents
And then singing with the watering can
The hard-earned wine of the laborer

Solar irrigator, someday you will come down
Bringing in your voice, of mint and lemon verbena
Tunes of the new wine
And then you will leave with me to sing
Buds of love and peace