Aroma de Mandarinas
Horacio Guarany
Tangerine Scent
Tangerine scent
In the Tucuman siesta
A pacará casts shade
On the enamored zamba
Enamored of you
Seeing how you danced it
Oh! Zafra alley
That led me to where you were
There in Don Maximo Peñalba's cockfighting patio
A Simoqueño bandoneón
And the enamored zamba
I returned to La Florida
To find you, but you were no longer there
Neither Don Pancho's bandoneón
Nor the enamored zamba
Hot northern wind
That ripped you from my soul
La Florida's sugar mill
Mills grinding sugar cane
With the handkerchief in the air
Your gaze and my gaze
From the juice, honey is made
Of the enamored zamba
Cochuchal road
Like a colt, I advanced
Your memory carried me
And the enamored zamba
The color of your lips was
Purple flowered lapacho
I returned to La Florida
To find you, but you were no longer there
Neither Don Pancho's bandoneón
Nor the enamored zamba
Hot northern wind
That ripped you from my soul
