Ay Catamarca - Victor Heredia

Ay Catamarca, madre del canto

por estas venas arde tu sol,

por estas venas arde tu sol.

Ay Catamarca, cómo soñaban

los ojos míos poderte ver,

poderte ver…

Fuiste la cuna de mis abuelos,

tu claro cielo los vio renacer,

los vio renacer.

Y allí mi madre, gracioso mimbre,

moreno pelo, se hizo mujer,

moreno pelo, se hizo mujer.

Ay Catamarca, cómo soñaban

los ojos míos poderte ver

poderte ver…

Ay Catamarca, ay Catamarca,

catamarqueño debiera ser,

catamarqueño debiera ser,

catamarqueño debiera ser…

Oh Catamarca, mother of song

your sun burns through these veins,

Your sun burns through these veins.

Oh Catamarca, how they dreamed

my eyes can see you,

being able to see you...

You were the cradle of my grandparents,

your clear sky saw them reborn,

saw them reborn.

And there my mother, graceful wicker,

brown hair, became a woman,

dark hair, became a woman.

Oh Catamarca, how they dreamed

my eyes can see you

being able to see you...

Oh Catamarca, oh Catamarca,

catamarcan should be,

catamarcan should be,

Catamarca should be...