Cordoba Norte
Atahualpa Yupanqui
North Cordoba
Goodbye Cerro Colorado
colored stone hill.
One day I will return
through your goat path.
I'm going uphill
skirting the ravine.
Pure stone and solitude,
the road to Caminiaga.
The summit of Santa Cruz
has a palm forest.
Through them the afternoon goes by
with a light of vidalas.
Goodbye North Cordoba,
land of beautiful countrymen.
Traditions are leaving.
Goodbye Don Tristán Moyano!
I'm going through the old path,
through Deanfunes and Ongamira.
Between verses and roads
my life is slipping away.
I don't want to sing sorrows
But there are paths that sadden.
Some with scorching sun
And some with full moon.
Heart. Where are you going,
where are they calling you?
Maybe to give you comfort,
or to make you cry.
Goodbye North Cordoba,
Land of beautiful countrymen.
Traditions are leaving.
Goodbye Don Tristán Moyano.
