Al Jardin De La Republica

From the North I bring in my soul
the joyful zamba that I sing here
and that the people from Tucumán dance
with their own enthusiasm from there.
Each one follows their partner,
young or old; I saw it all.

Half turn and the partner
forms the circle to continue.
The gaucho comes, does a flourish
and a tapping begins there.
The gaucho continues with his flourish,
and the tapping ends there.

For those from the North, yes;
for the others, no.
For the woman from Tucumán,
elegant woman, orange blossom,
whatever they want,
the first one is already over.

I don't forget, you see, buddy,
of those dances they do there;
men and women from Tucumán,
all strive to have fun
and make this bad life beautiful:
that's how you forget you have to suffer.

Empanadas and wine in a jug,
a guitar, drum, and violin,
and a few brave girls
so the party can continue.
Without missing those storytellers,
old storytellers who make us laugh.