Paisaje de Catamarca

From the slope of Portezuelo
Looking down
It seems like a dream
A little village here, another one there
And a long road that goes down and disappears
A little village here, another one there
And a long road that goes down and disappears

There's a little ranch shaded by fig trees
And under the tala tree, a sleeping dog
And at dusk
When the sun goes down
A flock returning from the hill
And at dusk when the sun goes down
A flock returning from the hill

Landscapes of Catamarca
With a thousand different shades of green
A little village here, another one there
And a long road that goes down and disappears
And a long road that goes down and disappears

And now in the town of Portezuelo
With its very provincial customs
The cane here, the tobacco there
And hanging on ropes, little goat cheeses
The cane here, the tobacco there
And hanging on ropes, little goat cheeses

With a broom made of pichanilla
A little girl sweeping the yard
And on the hundred-year-old walnut tree
You can hear a chalchalero practicing his song
And on the hundred-year-old walnut tree
You can hear a chalchalero practicing his song

Landscapes of Catamarca
With a thousand different shades of green
A little village here, another one there
And a long road that goes down and disappears
And a long road that goes down and disappears