Zamba de Argamonte

The night that Argamonte walks
It has to be a dark night
In case they come following him
And his spurs shine

Argamonte through the mountain
Passes slowly on horseback
The lassos of his memory
Float in the air

The gaucho who is escaping
Don't unsaddle
Lest, while walking drunk
They stab me

When Argamonte remembers
That he walked through those Chacos
The Moon places upon him
The shadow of smuggling

And if he sings a baguala
By the banks of the Pilcomayo
The water takes away a bull
When they are pushing it off a cliff