La Arribeña

(Zamba)

Highland zamba,
Where are you coming from...!
Who knows what absences and what nostalgias
You will cry...

There in the ravines
And in the grasslands
Your song stretches like a lament
From the rocky ground.

Through those hills the winds carry away
The sad accents of my loneliness...
Sometimes, the weeping
Turns into song
In the journey...

Breeze!

Sometimes, the weeping
Turns into song
In the journey.

Highland zamba,
Perhaps a love
Gave you sadness that in these times
I suffer.

Walking paths
Who knows why...
Just like the zamba, with a memory
I will live.

Through those hills the winds carry away
The sad accents of my loneliness...

Breeze!

Sometimes, the weeping
Turns into song
In the journey.