Alma de Rezabaile

The dance has already started out in Santiago del Estero
The jungle echoes with the beat of a bombo legüero

Partying all night under the sweet glow of the stars
Telesita danced, she was the dance, she was the queen

Hot Santiago nights, pure silver nights
The Moon spills its bright light over the hills

Let Telesita dance, sweet and fragrant like flowers
The locals shouted, drunk on love

What is the poor girl searching for, maybe the dance will bring her comfort
Your swirling skirt, your bare feet, a spinning fire

Telesita, Telesita, you've become rain, you've become Moon
You've become a flower in the fields, you've become a breeze that perfumes me

Many years have passed, but your people never forget you
Dancing in the dance parties so your soul stays alive

Let Telesita dance, sweet and fragrant like flowers
The locals shouted, drunk on love