Recuerdo Salteño [English translation]

Is born again with excitement

the memory of my farewell:

nostalies of your river,

my valley, blooming ceibos,

All my being vibrates

by singing my song

and when I recall your hills,

a bombo rings in my heart.

I'll be under your sky,

Salta, cradle of mine.

Like in those days

when I was young, I want to return

and feeling in the air

smells of basil for the carnival.

The flowers of my garden

aren't as beautiful

as you, my owner

sweet Salta woman of my illusion.

If I could fly

like the free thrush

and sing in your balcony

in a spring night.