To Tucumán

Tucumán, your pure pure sky has sweet air
that smells as cane and sun.
In the seas of cane your sun-tanned men
their machetes work hard.
Tucumán, your valleys are deep and wide
full of cardones and full of ruins
archeological sites, home of Quilmes
and the sweetest wine.
Tucumán, your people are small but strong
of Diaguita heritage.
They work hard from dawn to dusk
in the hot daily routine as summer starts.
Tucumán, your history sculptured freedom
and the sounds of the inmortal hymn.
You held the shouts of Independence
on a winter the 9th of July, 1816.
Tucumán, you seem to be forgetting all these
be proud! be brave! and value yourself Tucumán!
Don't pollute your air and don't thorn your valleys
stop your people and the people from outside.
Make them stand before your history and be
overwhelmed with that.
Tucumán, you are not late.
It's time to raise and be a garden
the paradise of our country
the heart beating in the middle of this land.