Recuerdo Salteño

It is reborn with emotion
The memory of my goodbye
Nostalgias of your river
My valley, blooming ceibos

My whole being vibrates
When singing my song
And when evoking your hills
A drum beats in my heart

Under your sky I will be, Salta, cradle of my being
Like in those times When I was a child, I want to return
And feel in the air the scents of basil, for the carnival

The flowers in my garden
Are not as beautiful
As you are, my lady
Sweet Salteña of my illusion

If I could fly
Like the free thrush
And sing at your gates
On a spring night

Under your sky I will be, Salta, cradle of my being
Like in those times When I was a child, I want to return
And feel in the air the scents of basil, for the carnival