Tu Pollera Tucumana
Facundo Toro
Your Tucuman Skirt
Through the hill, bagüaleando
From Amaycha, to his ranch, I'm arriving
From Amaycha, to his ranch, I'm arriving
I'm already stabbed, on the path
And in the distance, your handkerchief, signals me
And in the distance, your handkerchief, signals me
(The Viday Valley widens for me
If while dancing the zamba
Your skirt gets tangled, in love
Your Tucuman skirt gets tangled)
Your hair, in the wind
Playing, on my face, I feel it
Playing, on my face, I feel it
And at night I look at the sky
The evening star bids farewell, with its kisses
The evening star bids farewell, with its kisses
