Romance De La Luna Tucumana

Under the winter's knife
The evening died in the fields
With its drum of sleepless nights
The moon came out to pray
With its drum
Prayers in the white night
The harps of the air ring out
While violins are born
In the poplars of the valley
While violins are born

Zamba of the full moon
The night dances in the streets
With its corner handkerchief
And its gesture of longing

The green sugarcane fields
Are cloaked in gray fog
And the paths walk on
With a guard of orange blossoms
And the paths walk on

The night full of arpeggios
The canopy of the walnut trees
The moon's drum
Hangs its song in the air
The moon's drum

Zamba of the full moon
The night dances in the streets
With its corner handkerchief
And its gesture of longing
My heart claps its hands
With the blood in my veins
While tired, the moon
Sleeps over the valleys