Zamba de Cafayate

In the zamba of the valleys
The spurs rejoice
Plowing a game of loves
On the Salta land

When there's a party in Cafayate
Any path is a good path
Ponchos, neighs, and songs
Are pure noise in the trail

Little country girls from Tolombón
Gauchos from the old ranch
Young men from Cachi arriving
With their bagualeras drums

The musician plays zambas
With his three-string violin
And hurrying the beats
The drum marks the turns

When carnival arrives
Cafayate is good land
Even the winds rejoice
Dancing with the sands