Salta Carpera

I hear a drum beating
And a guitar playing
The air that crosses the valley
Smells like cacharpayas

In the stable bellows
Marcos Tames plays
Patron of the revelry

Come friend, wild herb mountain
Fill February with verses
Sing one of those zambas
From the Salta Chaco

When dawn arrives
From his throat
Like a bagualero

I always look for a table, close to the stage
I don't want to miss anything from the party
Once a year
My dear Salta singer and carpera, I'm embracing you

Gracefully the dancer
Has lost her handkerchief
She waits for it to be brought to her
On the way to the hill

A carnival dance
Invites me to a little train
Sensual and festive

With the roosters' crowing
The night will be forgotten
Among empty bottles
Sleeping countrymen

And the cerrillana
Will hang from the soul
Like a crucifix

I always look for a table, close to the stage
I don't want to miss anything from the party
Once a year
My dear Salta singer and carpera, I'm embracing you