Al Dejar Mis Montañas

Downhill from my mountains
a stream is running
I hear the water crashing against the rocks
the echo of a cry

It's the cry of those who leave
to never return
just like the stream my soul complains
leaving my mountains

Little Catamarca mountains
where the drum sounds better
where the echo of your ravines
gives the flavor of the flutes
I will die very sad if I die far away
from your light and your color

Catamarca has a light
different from the others
because the blue of the sky is so bright
that it gives more clarity

I carry in my soul
a sorrow and a dream
the sorrow is being far from my mountains
returning is the dream