Luna Tucumana

I don't sing to the Moon
Because it shines, nothing more
I sing to her because she knows
About my long journey
I sing to her because she knows
About my long journey

Oh, Tucuman Moon
Little drum, Calchaqui
Companion of the gauchos
Along the paths of Tafi
Companion of the gauchos
Along the paths of Tafi

Lost in the thickets
Who knows, my dear, where I'll be
But when the Moon rises
I will sing, I will sing
To my beloved Tucuman
I will sing, I will sing

With hope or with sorrow
In the fields of Acheral
I have seen the good Moon
Kissing the sugarcane
I have seen the good Moon
Kissing the sugarcane

We resemble each other
Moon of solitude
I go walking and singing
As my way of shining
I go walking and singing
As my way of shining

Lost in the thickets
Who knows, my dear, where I'll be
But when the Moon rises
I will sing, I will sing
To my beloved Tucuman
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing