Al Jardín de La República
Los Huayra
To the Garden of the Republic
From the north I bring in my soul
The joyful zamba that I sing here
And let the people from Tucumán dance
With their own enthusiasm
Each one follows their partner
Young or old, everyone
Half turn and the partner
Forms a circle to continue
Here comes the gaucho, he shows off
And the tapping begins there
The gaucho continues with his showing off
And the tapping begins there
Not for the others
But for the ones from the north
For the women from Tucumán
Elegant woman, orange blossom
Whatever they want
The first one is already over
I don't forget, you see, buddy
About those dances they have there
Men and women from Tucumán
All strive to have fun
And make this damn life beautiful
So we forget that we have to die
Empanadas and wine in a jug
A guitar, drum, and violin
And a few brave girls
So the party can continue
Without missing those storytellers
Old storytellers who make us laugh
Not for the others
But for the ones from the north
For the ones from Simoca
My crazy desires to be there
To offer them my soul
In this zamba that I sing here
