Manuela, The Tucumana

Mercedes Sosa

Manuela, La Tucumana

No duerme buenos aires
Las mechas arden
Las mechas arden

Cuarenta mil valientes
Sólo un cobarde
Sólo un cobarde

Con un fusil de chispas
Y muchas ganas
Y muchas ganas

Peleó doña manuela
La tucumana
La tucumana

Este triunfo ganaron
Nuestras mujeres
Nuestras mujeres

Las hembras han peleado
Como varones
Como varones

Las ollas en sus manos
Fueron cañones
Fueron cañones

Malaya los que vengan
Como enemigos
Como enemigos

Habremos de correrlos
Como a estos gringos
Como a estos gringos

Este triunfo ganaron
Nuestras mujeres
Nuestras mujeres

Manuela, The Tucumana

Buenos Aires doesn't sleep
The fuses burn
The fuses burn

Forty thousand brave ones
Only one coward
Only one coward

With a rifle of sparks
And a lot of desire
And a lot of desire

Doña Manuela fought
The Tucumana
The Tucumana

This triumph was won
By our women
By our women

The females have fought
Like men
Like men

The pots in their hands
Were cannons
Were cannons

Damn those who come
As enemies
As enemies

We will have to chase them
Like these gringos
Like these gringos

This triumph was won
By our women
By our women

Escrita por: Ariel Ramírez / Félix Luna