Alma de Rezabaile

The dance has already begun
There in Santiago del Estero
The whole jungle resounds
The beating of a bombo legüero

Partying all night
To the sweet shine of the stars
Telesita was dancing
She was the dance, she was the queen

Santiagueñas nights
Ardent, pure silver nights
The moon over the mountain
Spreads in bright light

Let Telesita dance
Sweet and fragrant like flowers
The country folk shouted
Drunk with love

What is the poor girl looking for
Maybe the dance will give her comfort
Your swirling skirt
Your bare feet, fire top

Telesita, Telesita
You have become rain, you have become moon
You have become flower of the fields
You have become a breeze that perfumes me

Many years have passed
But your town never forgets you
Dancing in the rezabailes
So that your soul remains ignited