La Changa de Los Domingos

Buenos Aires is not that big
We are many from Corrientes
And on the radio you can hear
Almost always a chamamé,
Besides after all
Think a little woman
The path if it brings us
Can also take us.

I also don't find myself
But even so I forget
You have to be brave
A Correntino never gives up.
When they pay me for the job
I'll buy you the dress
That you said you like
At Don Florentino's store.

And on Saturday nights
I'll show you off beautifully
On Camacho's dance floor
Dancing chamamé densely.
Niquirirí aña me ...¡jesu!
Make peace with me now
Let me believe I can
Improve our destiny
Angá, dreams are not lacking
Because I have plenty of reasons
I face life head-on
A Correntino never gives up.