La Zarateña
Atahualpa Yupanqui
The Zarateña
Raise your handkerchiefs up high!
My lady will dance a full turn
(Because this zamba is from my homeland
My dear Zarateña!)
Raise your handkerchiefs up high!
My lady will dance a full turn
(Because this zamba is from my homeland
My dear Zarateña!)
To the other side, my love!
Black eyes like my sorrows
(Without looking at the ground
I follow your trail, my Zarateña!)
To the other side, my love!
Black eyes like my sorrows
(Without looking at the ground
I follow your trail, my Zarateña!)
I have a poor little poncho
I have my ranch near the cliffs
(And I have a strong heart
To love you, my Zarateña!)
I have a poor little poncho
I have my ranch near the cliffs
(And I have a strong heart
To love you, my Zarateña!)
It's beautiful to sing at night
When the full moon appears
(And to hear under the willows
The little music of the ditches!)
It's beautiful to sing at night
When the full moon appears
(And to hear under the willows
The little music of the ditches!)
When I dance the zamba
The noise of my spurs fades away
(And only the flight is felt
Of your handkerchief, my Zarateña!)
When I dance the zamba
The noise of my spurs fades away
(And only the flight is felt
Of your handkerchief, my Zarateña!)
I have a poor little poncho
I have my ranch near the cliffs
(And I have a strong heart
To love you, my Zarateña!)
I have a poor little poncho
I have my ranch near the cliffs
(And I have a strong heart
To love you, my Zarateña!)
