La Tucumanita

To sing a zamba
Tucuman style, Tucuman style,
Have a sip of wine,
Take a puff, take a puff.

The zamba from my hometown
Has a secret, has a secret:
That the song comes out loud
But stays inside the chest.

Oh my Tucuman girl,
The mouth like a gate,
Arms of holy wood,
Crooked shins, crooked shins!
Oh my little Tucuman girl,
If it's just a joke, don't get offended!

Green sugar cane fields,
Blue skies, blue skies;
Wow, how beautiful my hometown is,
The bomb of flowers!

To toast to my black woman
I have a palace, I have a palace
With a little bed of strings,
Blanket of cloth.