La Sanlorenceña

(Zamba)

Under a weeping willow
from blind Nicolás
they dance the chacarera
dust for the carnival.

Drums in my heart
today I feel them resound
tents of San Lorenzo
whitening the canvas for the carnival.

Chorus

But be careful, Sanlorenceña
because the Sprite of the spring
comes out to try his luck
under the moon for the carnival
Beware that all of Salamanca
tumbles down for the carnival.

Gaucho on a spirited horse
the devil goes out for a walk
and with hot chili
loads the cartridge for the carnival.

Blood of sun and corn
under the storm
the brave and strong chicha
for the carnival.