Sangre de Mistol

With backs to all the sorrows
Santiago del Estero is watching the sun
Awakening in the soul of the planet
It climbs through the air just like a flower
His steps are slow but they carry
The light of hope and the pollen of love.

Mistol blood, I am from Santiago
Sweet is my singing, I laugh at the salt
When I think of you, Santiago.

There where salt gathers poverty
Santiago del Estero lights up its song
Little firewood burning chacarera
Burning the sorrows of those who hurt the most
Only sadness extinguishes
The towns that don't burn one more hope.

Mistol blood
River and salt flat, voiceless little ranch
Party and loneliness, that will awaken
Santiago, Santiago.