La Pobrecita
Le llaman la Pobrecita
Porque esto zamba nació en los campos
Con una guitarra mal encordada
La cantan siempre los tucumanos
Allá en los cañaverales
Cuando lo noche viene llegando
Por entre los surcos se ven de lejos
Los tucu-tucus de los cigarros
Solcito del camino
Lunita de mis pagos
En la pobrecita zamba del surco
Cantan sus penas los tucumanos
Mi zamba no canta dichas
Solo pesares tiene el paisano
Con las hilachitas de una esperanza
Forman sus sueños los tucumanos
Conozco la triste pena
De las ausencias y del mal pago
En mi noche larga prenden sus fuegos
Los tucu-tucus del desengaño
Solcito del camino
Lunita de mis pagos
En la pobrecita zamba del surco
Cantan sus penas los tucumanos
The Poor Girl
They call her the Poor Girl
Because this zamba was born in the fields
With a poorly strung guitar
It is always sung by the people from Tucumán
There in the sugar cane fields
When the night is approaching
Through the furrows you can see from afar
The flickering lights of the cigarettes
Little sun of the road
Moon of my homeland
In the poor girl zamba of the furrow
The people from Tucumán sing their sorrows
My zamba doesn't sing joys
Only sorrows the countryman has
With the little threads of hope
The people from Tucumán form their dreams
I know the sad pain
Of absences and bad pay
In my long night, the fires are lit
By the flickering lights of disillusionment
Little sun of the road
Moon of my homeland
In the poor girl zamba of the furrow
The people from Tucumán sing their sorrows