Zamba

Zamba when I hear your accents
My whole soul turns to earth
I feel you green and damp through the sugarcane
A handkerchief in the tents when carnival comes!

Zamba when you bring in the wind
The bitter taste of dust
Thirsty Chaco rolls around zambas through the quebrachal
Thirsty Chaco writhes through the obrajal

At the edge of the axe that grinds without stopping
Oh zambita under an arch of fiddling coyuyos
Fiddling coyuyos
Lulled by the huairas of the high plains
And rooted in the heart of the northerners

Zamba like the river also grows
Love and blood through the veins
A drum, a guitar are digging your arrival
The Moon, handkerchiefs and glances while dancing
Zamba when they hear your chords

The whole north dresses for the party
In my veins zambas grow when I see you dance
Those from the heights are waiting, those from the valley will dance
Catamarca jumps, Santiago and Tucumán.