Salta de Ayer
Los Nocheros
Jump from Yesterday
Carnival wound
The soul pushes me
To the north, and in the
Spurs, Salta cries for me
Upon returning, and it
Becomes a flour ballad
Loneliness
The wind goes out to meet
Workers of all kinds
And the coca kills the sorrows
While dancing, and even
The moon becomes a drum for the
Carnival
Lovely basil perfume
The bagualeros burn the night
And in a dawned bellows
The wing of my handkerchief looks for you
How beautiful the samba gets
When
It sees me dancing with you
There's a jump from yesterday
Refuge of poets
And that castle that
Falls in love just by being there
And even Don Sanca lives
In the flowers of ilolay
Riding a chestnut colt
Like wading through a sorrow
Through river stones crosses the shadow
Of Baltasar and from within
It rushes to the carnival
Lovely basil perfume
The bagualeros burn the night
And in a dawned bellows
The wing of my handkerchief looks for you
How beautiful the samba gets
When
It sees me dancing with you
