Recuerdo Salteño
Canto Cuatro
Salteño Memory
It is reborn with emotion
The memory of my goodbye
Nostalgias of your river
My valley, blooming ceibos.
My whole being vibrates
When singing my song
And evoking your hill
A drum beats in my heart.
Under your sky I will be
Salta, cradle of my being
Like in those times
When I was a kid, I want to go back
And feel in the air the scents of basil
For the carnival.
The flowers in my garden
Are not as beautiful
As you are, my lady
Sweet Salteña of my illusion.
If I could fly
Like the free thrush
And sing at your gate
On a spring night.
