Zamba de Las Tolderías

Sadness that rises
From the depths of traditions
I bring this zamba from the awning
Like a rumble of raids

With a strong nostalgia
From a burned ranch
From the dance of the bolas
And of stolen women

I gave my blood to the earth
Like the gaucho at the gates
That's why my zamba has
Sound of clarions

The roar of the raids
The ardor of the raids
Toast of Indian loves
Copper is my land

Tamed from distance
Long suffered
My zamba is moving forward
From the awning where he was born