Zamba De Resurrecion
Almafuerte
Resurrection Zamba
Mine is the voice that sings it,
and it's because of feeling that I dare.
With the roots that many forget,
pursuing foreign models.
Country traditions
that those before us forged.
In forts enduring
the treacherous attack.
How well José Hernandez describes it,
in his Martín Fierro.
I say in the zamba that even to me
this guitarist brought.
Today, with the whole country
fenced off,
dispossessed gauchos and Indians
reincarnate in poverty.
And with all their anxiety
to possess what those before had,
they move the wheel of the whip
and the condemnable sinister escapism
That describes me in its daily
plate of food.
History lies
I say in the zamba of this guitarist.
Zamba that resurrection
will give you Creole guitars.
I leave my words with you,
in honor of the race.
To the roots will not be forgotten,
whoever likes to sing it.
Like myself
and without pursuing me,
I dared to do.
