Catamarca

Catamarca has a valley
To gather gold from the sun
Little stars at night
For those who suffer from love

When I go to Catamarca
In every cactus flower
Through hills, slopes, and valleys
My heart blooms

Why would I tell you
Catamarca is the best
Singing, wine, and brandy
Hill, valley, moon, and sun

Catamarca is a beautiful land
Catamarca is a dream
In the waters of each irrigation ditch
A song is running

Beautiful valleys and high hills
A stream and a love
The big with the smallest
The whole sky is a flower

Why would I tell you
Catamarca is the best
Singing, wine, and brandy
Hill, valley, moon, and sun