Luna Tucumana
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Tucuman Moon
I don't sing to the moon
Because it lights up and nothing else
I sing to her because she knows
From my long walk
Oh, little moon from Tucumán
Calchaqui little drum
Companion of the gauchos
On the paths of Tafí
Lost in the gloom
Who knows, life
Where will I walk?
But when the moon comes out
I will sing, I will sing
To my beloved Tucumán
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing
With hope or with sorrow
In the fields of Acheral
I have seen the good moon
Kissing the cane field
In something we are similar
I have seen the good Moon
Kissing the cane field
In something we are similar
Moon of loneliness
I'm walking and singing
That is my way of lighting
