La Pobrecita

The Poor Girl

La Pobrecita

They call her the Poor GirlLe llaman la Pobrecita
Because this zamba was born in the fieldsPorque esto zamba nació en los campos
With a poorly strung guitarCon una guitarra mal encordada
It is always sung by the people from TucumánLa cantan siempre los tucumanos

There in the sugar cane fieldsAllá en los cañaverales
When the night is approachingCuando lo noche viene llegando
Through the furrows you can see from afarPor entre los surcos se ven de lejos
The flickering lights of the cigarettesLos tucu-tucus de los cigarros

Little sun of the roadSolcito del camino
Moon of my homelandLunita de mis pagos
In the poor girl zamba of the furrowEn la pobrecita zamba del surco
The people from Tucumán sing their sorrowsCantan sus penas los tucumanos

My zamba doesn't sing joysMi zamba no canta dichas
Only sorrows the countryman hasSolo pesares tiene el paisano
With the little threads of hopeCon las hilachitas de una esperanza
The people from Tucumán form their dreamsForman sus sueños los tucumanos

I know the sad painConozco la triste pena
Of absences and bad payDe las ausencias y del mal pago
In my long night, the fires are litEn mi noche larga prenden sus fuegos
By the flickering lights of disillusionmentLos tucu-tucus del desengaño

Little sun of the roadSolcito del camino
Moon of my homelandLunita de mis pagos
In the poor girl zamba of the furrowEn la pobrecita zamba del surco
The people from Tucumán sing their sorrowsCantan sus penas los tucumanos