Payo Solá

(Zamba)
The North already has another name
That in the sand dunes will become legend
When in the valley nights
The memory of Payo Solá blossoms

When in the valley nights
The memory of Payo Solá blossoms

There in the stubble of Atocha
San Pedro, Ledesma, and El Arrayanal
The drums and guitars
Lost track of Payo Solá

The drums and guitars
Lost track of Payo Solá

For the summer they will find him
Just in time for Carnival
Surrounded by old tents
Crying in the bellows of Payo Solá

Surrounded by old tents
Crying in the bellows of Payo Solá

A March of winds and shadows
Took the hands of Payo Solá
He is mourned by the poor gauchos
The hardened runas of loneliness

He is mourned by the poor gauchos
The hardened runas of loneliness

The old roads of Salta
Those of Corralito, Cachí, Seclantás
There they go uphill
Tracking the dreams of Payo Solá

There they go uphill
Tracking the dreams of Payo Solá

For the summer they will find him
Just in time for Carnival
Surrounded by old tents
Crying in the bellows of Payo Solá

Surrounded by old tents
Crying in the bellows of Payo Solá