Achalay Tafi Del Valle

Achalay when the afternoon comes
Achalay the goldfinch of my soul
And arriving in Tafí del Valle
My whole soul turns into zamba

Achalay the scent of thyme
That little water that flows singing
And a beautiful brunette waiting
With the hot humita in the ranch

And what else? What more do I need?
Achalay with honey and fresh cheese
And a homemade wine like those
That stays singing until dawn
Achalay how beautiful is my land
Why the hell would I leave!

Achalay with that little stew
Winter will fight against summer
And if luck loosens on me
There will always be someone to lend a hand

Achalay with the life of the countryman
When a man accepts his fate
And even if death comes looking for him
It's not so tricky to go to the grave!!

And what else? What more do I need?