El Paraná En Una Zamba

Arm of the Moon that, under the Sun
The sky and the water will gather
Son of the summits and the jungles
That vast and sweet receives the sea

The ceibo in bloom bleeds on your banks
And the green pampas come to drink
In your smooth body, where summer
Unleashes bulls of mud and honey

The guitars wet your heart
That will undulate through the wheat fields
From the North they bring the fruity zamba
And they will leave it on your shores
So that its voice, in love with the carnal light
Perfumes your women, Paraná

In fields of flax you will regain
The sky you seek in the vastness
Father of fruits and woods
Blooms in deltas your heart

Green at the origin you will travel
Muddy from work the blue night
And from the Moon, like a path
Will come your shine breaking light