La Pobrecita - Mercedes Sosa

Le llaman la pobrecita

Porque esta zamba nacio en los ranchos

Con una guitarra mal encordada

Le cantan siempre los tucumanos

Alla en las cañaverales

Cuando la noche viene llegando

Por entre los surcos se ven de lejos

Los tucu tucu de los cigarros

Solcito del camino

Lunita de mis pagos

En la pobrecita zamba del surco

Cantan sus penas los tucumanos

Mi zamba no tiene dicha

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 mis noches largas prenden su fuego

Los tucu tucu del desengaño

Solcito del camino

Lunita de mis pagos

En la pobrecita zamba del surco

Lalalalala ay!

Ay!

…

Cantan sus penas los tucumanos

They call her the poor thing

Because this zamba was born in the ranches

With a badly strung guitar

Tucumanos always sing to him

There in the cane fields

When the night comes coming

Through the furrows they can be seen from afar

The tucu tucu of cigars

Solcito of the road

Lunita of my payments

In the poor little zamba of the groove

Tucumanos sing their sorrows

My zamba has no happiness

The countryman only has regrets

With the strands of a hope

Tucumans form their dreams

I know the sad sorrow

Of the absences and the bad payment

In my long nights they light their fire

The tucu tucu of disappointment

Solcito of the road

Lunita of my payments

In the poor little zamba of the groove

Lalalalala oh!

Oh!

…

Tucumanos sing their sorrows