La Camposanteña
Los Chalchaleros
The Cemetery of Camposante
Leaving Portezuelo
I go alone with my song
Walking down memory lane
Memories of Camposante
Leaving Portezuelo
I go alone with my song
Memory of Camposante
Golden sugar cane fields
Piedra Honda, green mountains
Sweet sugar cane and orange groves
Memory of Camposante
Golden sugar cane fields
Sweet sugar cane and orange groves
Childhood dreams asleep
Camposante, sacred name
Memories, I never forget you
Sweet sugar cane and orange groves
Childhood dreams asleep
Chorus
How distances hurt
From traveled roads
I continue alone with my song
Camposante, I don't forget you
How distances hurt
From traveled roads
Camposante, beloved land
Soul of purple wines
It becomes a scream in my blood
When I sing your name
Camposante, beloved land
Soul of purple wines
In your soil, making a nest
The soul of Salta is pricked
Camposante, beloved land
Achalay, flower of the firewood
In your soil, making a nest
The soul of Salta is pricked
Joyful town, sweet name
In your evenings, the song dances
With your sun, the elves play
Through your streets, Camposante
Joyful town, sweet name
In your evenings, the song dances
