Nostalgias Tucumanas

Nights of Tucumán
moon of Tafí
who could go back
to the hills, oh, woe is me.

Zambas to dance
harp, drum, and violin
memory and hope
in the handkerchiefs, oh, woe is me.

The guitar sounds
faithful companion
playing zambas
all life long, oh, woe is me.

Blue-colored hills
scented with orange blossom
orange groves in May
and in spring the amancay.

Nights of Tucumán
moon of Tafí
who could go back
to the valleys, oh, woe is me.