Paisaje de Catamarca

From the slope of Portezuelo
looking down it seems like a dream,
a little town here, another one there
and a long road that goes down and disappears.
A little town here, another one there
and a long road that goes down and disappears.

There a little ranch shaded by fig trees
and under the talas, a dog sleeping
and at dusk, when the sun goes down
a flock returning from the hill.
And at dusk, when the sun goes down
a flock returning from the hill.

CHORUS:
Catamarca landscape,
with a thousand different shades of green,
a little town here, another one there
and a long road that goes down and disappears,
a little town here, another one there
and a long road that goes down and disappears.

And now in the village of Portezuelo,
with its very provincial customs,
sugarcane here, tobacco there
and hanging from ropes, little goat cheeses.
Sugarcane here, tobacco there
and hanging from ropes, little goat cheeses.

With a broom made of pichanilla,
a young girl sweeping the patio
d and on the hundred-year-old walnut tree,
you can hear a chalchalero practicing his song
d and on the hundred-year-old walnut tree,
you can hear a chalchalero practicing his song.