Cantores Del Alba
Canto 4
Singers of the Dawn
There are four singers
Who light up the dawn
With zambas, bagualas
In the cacharpayas
The birds don’t sing
The sun rises dull
And you cry guitar
A lament for mataco
The creole waltzes
With the serenades
Turn into nostalgia
In every throat
They are four singers
The spirits of my soul
Tutú steps into the ring
Singers of the dawn
From the drum’s skin
A lament is heard
To a sky you’ve gone
Javier the bagualero
Like a bordona
Your throat rang out
Now the wine’s not wine
Gilberto doesn’t sing
Wood that resonates
In a single cry
For that guitar
Silent of Horacio
