Güemes, El Guerrillero Del Norte
Mercedes Sosa
Güemes, The Guerrilla Warrior of the North
Rest my homeland
No one will trample your border
Because day and night
Don Martín's gauchos watch over
On the border of Salta
There is no army, sir
The guerrillas are enough
To stop the invader
Changos, women, and old ladies
Everyone is at war
If the godo kills one
Ten will rise from the land
The godos are coming down
From Humahuaca to Jujuy
Let the countrymen come
For Güemes awaits here
Cinnamon-colored woman from Salta
With blue tarco in her hair
She looks like a cockade
When Güemes goes to war
His sister carries a chest
For his sword, his bullets
And his manly things
The homeland was born in Salta
In Jujuy it begins to walk
Mounted and with guards
No one will bring it down
Alarm bells
Announce revolution
Who will put chains on the soul
Of a people in insurrection
The border is already in flames
And from the High Peru
American blood runs
Towards the southern plains
The dances I like
I don't dance them in the city
I dance them while the halls last
To throw
In Tilcara and Pumamarca
And also in Maimará
It is written with my mark
No godo shall pass
