La Del Milagro

I'll sing to you Land of Güemes
What the heart feels in the throat hurts me
What the heart feels in the throat hurts me

I want to go back to be among your people
When the river of Faith becomes a miracle in September
When the river of Faith becomes a miracle in September

How I wish to step on your green valleys again
In your tents, I want to burn singing in the carnivals
And in a thunderous drum, I'll shred myself in the dance

For our Salta that I love so much

I want to evoke your rugged mountain
The wood there in Oran turns my eyes green
The wood there in Oran turns my eyes green

Boreal Chaco, hot land
In the skin of the Guayacán, your hopes bloom
In the skin of the Guayacán, your hopes bloom

How I wish to step on your green valleys again
In your tents, I want to burn singing in the carnivals
And in a thunderous drum, I'll shred myself in the dance