Purmamarca

Where your heart hides
Where will you be, swallow
With your plumage, of soft light
In love with the Southern Cross

Sweet that sweet calms the Sun
The melodies of the soul
Mother Earth rose to dance
In love with an old ritual

(Dance, dance cholita and)
(My dear love)
(That in the north)
(Your magic awaits you)
(I will arrive singing)
(Maybe I will be Purmamarca)
(In your womb of Moon and star)

Seven colors to die
In the cardon of dreams
In the ravine I will find you
Awakening my skin with albaca

Dance, dance cholita and
My dear love
That in the north
Your magic awaits you
I will arrive singing
Maybe I will be Purmamarca
In your womb of Moon and star