Oranense Por Demas

I’m from Salta, folks
And on top of that, I’m from Orán
I’m the nostalgia of the devil
I’m sweet sugarcane
I’m a blooming lapacho
A gaucho party in the Cedral

I’m the swollen Bermejo
I’m a wild gaucho
I’m a puma on the prowl
I’m a voracious dorado
I’m the seasoned sugarcane worker
I’m an untamed colt

I’m a border Salteño
I’m that and so much more
I’m pin-pin in the little fields
And in Angélica, they’ll dance
So there’s no doubt left
I’ll let you know I’m from Orán

I’m a year of orange blossoms
I bleed out in chance
I’m chancaca, cane honey
Algarrobo, mantle, and pakay
I’m mountain, hill, and valley
The jungle and its vastness

I’m pride, its native
I’m a native of this land
A wanderer without a path
Who took root in the center
I drank the water of the Bermejo
From the lips of my dark beauty

I’m the parades in López and plans
The magic of carnival
I’m the spirit of the stage
On nights of FestiÓran
A true Argentine from Salta
Oranense through and through