De Simoca

From Simoca

De Simoca

Cane carts cross the lagoonCarretas cañeras cruzan la laguna
The cricket sings to the moonEl grillo a la luna le da su cantar
And in the valleys my box resoundsY en los valles retumba mi caja
Singing with the harvest all of TucumánCanta con la zafra todo Tucumán

The night in your eyes, the honey in your mouthLa noche en tus ojos, la miel en tu boca
I bring the song of the sugarcane fieldYo traigo la copla del cañaveral
Of the moon that illuminates SimocaDe la luna que alumbra Simoca
When it fancies shining at nightCuando se le antoja de noche alumbrar

I speak to my ranch, to the sugarcane fieldsYo le hablo a mi rancho, a los cañaverales
I wish she could hearOjalita que ella pudiera escuchar
When the moon rises in SimocaCuando salga la luna en Simoca
With very little she will be contentCon poquita cosa se ha de conformar

The carts go up the roadSe van las carretas subiendo el camino
Thinking about the noise of their rattlingPensando en el ruido de su traquetear
Like the moonlit cricket in SimocaComo el grillo alunao en Simoca
I sing my song of the sugarcane fieldYo canto mi copla del cañaveral

Zamba loves, harvest the cropAmores de zamba, cosecha la zafra
The girl adorns herself to enchantLa niña se alhaja para enamorar
That just a word I fancyQue tan sólo un decir se me antoja
After her mouth, you will want nothingDespués de su boca nadita querrás

I speak to my ranch, to the sugarcane fieldsYo le hablo a mi rancho, a los cañaverales
I wish she could hearOjalita que ella pudiera escuchar
When the Moon rises in SimocaCuando salga la Luna en Simoca
With very little she will be contentCon poquita cosa se ha de conformar