LA
MOROCHA.

I am the dark-haired woman, the most charming, the most renowned in this town. I am the one who offers the countryman, very early in the morning, an unsweetened mate.

I, with a sweet voice, beside my little ranch house, sing a little estilo with tender passion, while my master sets off at a gentle trot on his half-trained horse.

I am the Argentine dark-haired woman, the one who feels no sorrows and happily passes through life with her songs. I am the gentle companion of the noble gaucho of Buenos Aires, the one who keeps her affection for her master.

I am the dark-haired woman with a burning gaze, the one who feels in her soul the fire of love. I am the one who ardently loves the most noble and brave young criollo.

In my beloved ranch house, beneath the boughs, on a silver night, with sweet emotion, I sing to the pampero wind, to my beloved homeland and to my faithful love.

I am the Argentine dark-haired woman, the one who feels no sorrows and happily passes through life with her songs. I am the gentle companion of the noble gaucho of Buenos Aires, the one who keeps her affection for her master.