Manuela, La Tucumana
Mercedes Sosa
Manuela, The Tucumana
Buenos Aires doesn't sleep
The fuses burn
The fuses burn
Forty thousand brave ones
Only one coward
Only one coward
With a rifle of sparks
And a lot of desire
And a lot of desire
Doña Manuela fought
The Tucumana
The Tucumana
This triumph was won
By our women
By our women
The females have fought
Like men
Like men
The pots in their hands
Were cannons
Were cannons
Damn those who come
As enemies
As enemies
We will have to chase them
Like these gringos
Like these gringos
This triumph was won
By our women
By our women
