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: Falucho Luna, Ariel Ramirez