Manuela, La Tucumana

Buenos Aires doesn't sleep
The fuses burn
The fuses burn

Forty thousand brave ones
Only one coward
Only one coward

With a rifle of sparks
And a lot of desire
And a lot of desire

Doña Manuela fought
The Tucumana
The Tucumana

This triumph was won
By our women
By our women

The females have fought
Like men
Like men

The pots in their hands
Were cannons
Were cannons

Damn those who come
As enemies
As enemies

We will have to chase them
Like these gringos
Like these gringos

This triumph was won
By our women
By our women