Zamba de Orán

Flower of the Lapachales
the jungle burns in the sun,
and the tiger returns in the jungle
sorrows of your heart.

Land of the woods,
blood of aloja and drum,
the Indians die dancing
sugar and alcohol moons.

I sing to you, my land
the shadow of oil,
sleeping under the Bermejo
the Chacos of Orán burn.

The guayacanes close
soul of rain and coal,
your eyes where death
dreams of the burning.

Pollen of ashes,
blooming sugar cane fields
and a pollen-blind bull
bellows your love siesta.

I sing to you, my land
the shadow of oil,
sleeping under the Bermejo
the Chacos of Orán burn.