Amigo Juan Pueblo

Buddy John Town, live, don't pay attention to sorrows
Because just as bad ones come, good ones usually come too
For the second time I repeat: Don't blame me
For the second time I repeat: Don't blame me
It's the soul of my town that commands and I obeyed

If they ask me to sing to you, how could I not sing?
If they ask me to sing to you, how could I not sing?
With little tunes and buds, sorrows go away

Let the joys come! And go with my singing
Let the joys come! And go with my singing
Incense of traditions and laughing; then crying

Let all the locals unite; from the north and the coast
From the center; whose; the pampas and the federal capital
Let's save them from oblivion, the dance and our song
Look, they are in danger; they can be replaced
And if they take away what's ours: where will we end up?