Zamba de Las Tolderias

(Zamba)

Sadness that rises
from the depths of traditions,
from the tent I bring this zamba
like a rumble of raiders.

With a strong nostalgia
of a burned ranch,
of spears, of bolas
and of stolen women.

Chorus

I gave my blood to the land
like the gaucho in the forts
that's why my zamba has
the sound of bugles.

Roar of the raiders
ardor of the skirmishes
tanned by Indian loves
coppery is my land.

Advance of distances
of long-suffered time.
my zamba is advancing
from the tent where it was born.