Recuerdos de Salta
Las Voces de Oran
Memories of Salta
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 scent 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 window)
(In a spring night)
