Adios, Catamarca, Adios

Goodbye, Catamarca, goodbye!
Who knows how long it will be?
Goodbye, my Ambato hill;
goodbye Valle Viejo, goodbye Capayán!

I'll go down the valley:
I'll go to the beautiful Pomán.
I'll be crossing the fields.
Goodbye, my Joyango; goodbye, my Siján!

So many dear memories,
will accompany me along long roads!
And even if I find myself far away,
I won't forget my Catamarca.

Goodbye, Catamarca, goodbye!
Who knows how long it will be?
As I leave, I leave this zamba
so my countrymen can dance it.

Goodbye, I'm leaving, I'm leaving;
someday I'll come back singing!
Goodbye, my hill, my vineyards;
goodbye, Tinogasta; goodbye, my Belén!