Canto a Añatuya

In a log manger
Among quebracho and itines
This poor little country girl was born
In the ancient forts

Warrior and heroic daughter
Murderer among indigenous attacks
She wore the old sandals
That tell the traditions

And among the rough strength
That encouraged with her courage
The brave blows of the axe
Scared off the savage

Brothers, let's sing glories
Hallelujahs, hallelujahs!
For the dark-skinned girl añatuya
Has been born among the mountains

Purebred country girl
Proud and distinguished city
I sing to you because you revive
Ominous prophecies

They tell memories of the bracho
That on the shores of the salado
They heard the drum beats
Beyond the marshes

Distant and deep echo
Smoke of traditions
Calm pool where
The water of passions settles

Brothers, let's sing glories
Hallelujahs, hallelujahs!
For the dark-skinned girl añatuya
Has been born among the mountains