La Pobrecita [English translation]

They call it the poor little one

because this zamba was born in the shacks

With a badly stringed guitar

the people from Tucumán always sing it.

With a badly stringed guitar

the people from Tucumán always sing it.

Out there in the reedbeds

when the night comes

in between the furrows you can see from afar

the tuck-tuck of the cigars;

in between the furrows you can see from afar

the tuck-tuck of the cigars;

Little sun of the way,

Little moon of my home

in the little poor zamba of the furrow

the people from Tucumán sing their sadness.

Tralalala oh, oh...

the people from Tucumán sing their sadness.

My zamba does not sing happiness

the peasant only has sorrows;

with the small loose threads of a hope

the people from Tucumán knit their dreams.

with the small loose threads of a hope

the people from Tucumán knit their dreams.

I know the sad suffering

of absences and bad payment;

and in my long nights

the tuck-tucks of disappointment light their fires.

and in my long nights

the tuck-tucks of disappointment light their fires.

Little sun of the way,

Little moon of my home

in the little poor zamba of the furrow

the people from Tucumán sing their sadness.

Tralalala oh, oh...

the people from Tucumán sing their sadness.