Cantale Chango A Mi Tierra

Sing to my land, Chango,
with all your soul, with all your voice.
With your very Catamarqueña tune,
sing, little Chango, just like me.

Let your song be heard,
wherever the sun rises or sets.
Let all of Catamarca turn into a zamba,
in every beat of your heart.

Sing, little Chango, sing
with all your soul, with all your voice.
May the mountain wind carry my song;
may your land know it has a singer.
Let all of Catamarca turn into a zamba,
in every beat of your heart.

Sing to my land, Chango,
to that land of mine that is also yours.
The one we left behind crying one day,
and the one that, crying, makes us return.

Here I leave you this zamba,
with my song and voice attached to it.
With your very Catamarqueña tune,
sing to it, little Chango, just like me.