Romance de La Luna Tucumana

Under the winter's dagger
The evening died in the fields
With its drum of sleepless nights
The Moon came out to pray
With its drum of sleepless nights
The Moon came out to pray

Prayers in the white night
The harps of the air play
While violins are born
In the poplars of the valley
While violins are born

Zamba of the full Moon
The night dances in the streets
With its handkerchief of corners
And its gesture of longing

The green sugar cane fields are covered
With gray mists
And the roads walk
With their escorts of orange blossoms
And the roads walk
With their escorts of orange blossoms

The night full of arpeggios
The cup of the walnut trees
The drum of the Moon
Hangs its song in the air
The drum of the Moon
Hangs its song in the air

Zamba of the full Moon
The night dances in the streets
With its handkerchief of corners
And its gesture of longing

My heart claps
With the hands of my blood
While tired, the Moon
Falls asleep over the valleys