En Casa de Mariquita

I am the girl from the heights
Very patriotic and very from Buenos Aires
Says my cockade

With a new shawl and earrings
I was walking through the square
To find out what's going on

I was returning to the heights
When I went to a nice party
With people of high caliber
And very composed ladies
Let me tell you
What I saw in that house
Next to the window

At Mariquita's house
They sang a new song
And I am repeating it

I, who am from the heights
And don't understand anything
Sang it from outside

It speaks of a sacred cry
Of laurels and glory
Of equality and freedoms
Of battles and victories
This song that is my homeland
And was the one I was waiting for
Has stuck in my soul