Zambita Del Caminante

(Zamba)

In Tucumán I was raised,
I have an attachment to Salta,
if they call me from Santiago,
I feel proud, and I don't deny it.

If they call me from Santiago,
I feel proud, and I don't deny it.

Cuyano, the guys shout,
in the lands of Catamarca,
and my heart remembers,
the little paths of Jujuy.

And my heart remembers,
the little paths of Jujuy.

I am from any place,
I am from wherever destiny says,
whether from the North or the South,
for something I am Argentine.
Smooth out the rough edges,
for something I am Argentine.

Among ceibos and talas,
the road of Entre Ríos passes,
through it my heart as a countryman,
goes frolicking.

Through it my heart as a countryman,
goes frolicking.

Oh, little path of the summit,
don't try to reach the sky,
just leave me there,
I console myself alone.

Just leave me there,
I console myself alone.

I am from any place,
I am from wherever destiny says,
whether from the North or the South,
for something I am Argentine.
Smooth out the rough edges,
for something I am Argentine.