Luna Tucumana
Los Tucu Tucu
Tucuman Moon
I don't sing to the moon
Because it shines and nothing more
I sing because she knows
About my long journey
Oh Tucuman moon
Little drum of Calchaqui
Companion of the gauchos
On the paths of Tafi
Lost in the thickets
Who knows, my dear, where I'll be
But when the moon rises, I'll sing, I'll sing
To my beloved Tucuman
I'll sing, I'll sing
With hope or with sorrows
In the fields of Acheral
I have seen the good moon
Kissing the sugarcane
If we resemble each other in something
Moon of solitude
I keep walking and singing
Because that's my way of shining
