Al Jardín 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
Each one follows their partner
Young or old, I see it all

Half turn and the companion
Form the circle to continue
The gaucho comes; he does a flourish
And the tapping begins there
The gaucho continues with his flourish
And the tapping ends there

For the others no; for the ones from the north yes
For the women from Tucumán; elegant women like orange blossoms
Whatever they want; the first one is already over

I don't forget; see, buddy, those dances they do there
People from Tucumán, men and women; all strive to have fun
And make this bad life beautiful; so they forget that they have to die

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

For the others no; for the ones from the north yes
For the ones from Simoca; my crazy desire to be there
I want to offer them my soul; in this zamba that I sing here