Bajo el azote del sol [English translation]

Under the whipping of the sun

Summer is bleeding

While the afternoon punishes

The sadness of the ranches.

Lying under the cebil

The human is a thin dog

That carries bones above

Through a path of vultures.

Look at the smoke, sir

That the people blow off their side

Like the coal furnace

Their fire is covered up.

At the shore of the Salí

The moon sleeps early

Because at the cane nights

Bitter dreams are sharpened.

Moon of popular demonstration

With the ingenuities closed

In the trapiches of the soul

Tucumán becomes a guarapo.