La Tempranera

You were the early riser
First girl, flower at dawn
Gentle gallant pink
The most beautiful girl from Tucumán

Adolescent forehead
Gentle miracle of your brunette skin
Sincere black eyes
Warm dove from Monteros

It was while dancing this zamba
That I fell in love with you
You were the early riser
Prisoner of my desires
I already knew you were mine
When I finally crowned you

It was spring
The herald of delicate love
I cry bitterly
For that teenage romance

Hard dark sadness
Fragile love that I couldn't hold onto
Listen, my dove
To this very sad elegy