Saltita
Me sigue tu recuerdo por donde vaya
Y en la zamba carpera, me llora el alma
Y en la zamba carpera, saltita, me llora el alma
Andando solo y lejos, tierra de güemes
Lágrimas de nostalgias, brotan a veces
Lágrimas de nostalgias, saltita, brotan a veces
Puras nostalgias tengo, cuando me acuerdo de salta
Por eso, coca y bica, nunca me falta
Soñando carnavales, saltita, se durme mi alma
Desde la cruz del cerro ya se adivina
Que por tus calles corre, canto y poesía
Que por tus calles corre, saltita, canto y poesía
Digo tu nombre y suena chura la zamba
Como para irse yendo de cacharpayas
Como para irse, yendo, saltita, de cacharpayas
Pura nostalgias tengo cuando me acuerdo de salta
Por eso, coca y bica, nunca me falta
Soñando carnavales, saltita, se duerme mi alma
Little Jump
Your memory follows me wherever I go
And in the lively dance, my soul cries out
And in the lively dance, little jump, my soul cries out
Walking alone and far, land of Güemes
Tears of nostalgia sometimes flow
Tears of nostalgia, little jump, sometimes flow
I have pure nostalgia when I think of Salta
That's why I always have my coca and bica
Dreaming of carnivals, little jump, my soul drifts away
From the cross on the hill, you can already tell
That through your streets run, song and poetry
That through your streets run, little jump, song and poetry
I say your name and the lively dance sounds sweet
Like it's time to leave for the celebrations
Like it's time to leave, little jump, for the celebrations
I have pure nostalgia when I think of Salta
That's why I always have my coca and bica
Dreaming of carnivals, little jump, my soul drifts away