Saltita

Your memory follows me wherever I go
And in the lively dance, my soul cries out
And in the lively dance, little jump, my soul cries out

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

I have pure nostalgia when I think of Salta
That's why I always have my coca and bica
Dreaming of carnivals, little jump, my soul drifts away

From the cross on the hill, you can already tell
That through your streets run, song and poetry
That through your streets run, little jump, song and poetry

I say your name and the lively dance sounds sweet
Like it's time to leave for the celebrations
Like it's time to leave, little jump, for the celebrations

I have pure nostalgia when I think of Salta
That's why I always have my coca and bica
Dreaming of carnivals, little jump, my soul drifts away