Saltita

Your memory follows me wherever I go
And in the zamba carpera, my soul cries
And in the zamba carpera, little jump, my soul cries

Walking alone and far, land of Güemes
Tears of nostalgia, sometimes sprout
Tears of nostalgia, little jump, sometimes sprout

I have pure nostalgia when I remember Salta
That's why, coca and bica, I never lack
Dreaming of carnivals, little jump, my soul turns

From the cross on the hill, one can already guess
That through your streets runs, song and poetry
That through your streets runs, little jump, song and poetry

I say your name and the zamba sounds beautiful
As if to leave with cacharpayas
As if to leave, going, little jump, with cacharpayas

I have pure nostalgia when I remember Salta
That's why, coca and bica, I never lack
Dreaming of carnivals, little jump, my soul turns