Al Jardín de La República

From the North, I bring in my soul
The joyful zamba that I sing here
And that the people from Tucumán dance
With their own enthusiasm
Each one follows their partner
Young or old, I see it all

Half turn and the partner
Forms a circle to continue
Here comes the gaucho, he does a flourish
And a tapping begins there
The gaucho continues with his flourish
And the tapping ends here

For the others, no
For the ones from the North, yes
For the women from Tucumán
Elegant women, orange blossom
Whatever they want
The first one is already over

I don't forget, you see, buddy
About those dances they do there
Men and women from Tucumán
All strive to have fun
And make this tough life beautiful
So they forget they have to suffer

Empanadas and wine in a jug
A guitar, drum, and violin
And a few gallant girls
So the party can continue
Without missing those storytellers
Old storytellers, to make us laugh

For the others, no
For the ones from the North, yes
For the ones from Simoca
My crazy desire to be there
To offer them my soul
In this zamba that I sing here