Alma de Rezabaile

The dance has already begun
there in Santiago del Estero
the whole jungle resounds
the beating of a traditional drum.

Partying all night
the sweet shine of the stars
Telesita was dancing
she was the dance, she was the queen.

Santiagueñas nights
ardent, pure silver nights
the moon over the mountain
disperses in bright light.

Let Telesita dance
sweet and fragrant like flowers
the folks shouted
drunk with love.

What is the poor girl looking for
maybe the dance will give her solace
your swirling skirtyour bare feet, fire top.

Telesita, Telesita
you have become rain, you have become moon,
you have become flower of the fields
you have become a breeze that perfumes me.

Many years have passed
but your town never forgets you
dancing in the rezabailes
so that your soul remains ignited.

Let Telesita dance
sweet and fragrant like flowers
the folks shouted
drunk with love.