Zamba de Abril

Medallion and chain, a sprinkle of stars
The rose of the old garden was dressed
Violin and drum with flute and guitar
The skies gave me the April nights

Cricket prayer, zamba doves
The night lady came out to the balcony
If I looked at you, your ceibo lips
Beat the drums, my voice trembled

Like a handkerchief my mother stayed
She said goodbye before leaving
With the voice of the wind, music of kisses
She left me an April zamba

Old mansion, a hundred years saw you
White clavelina of moon and sun
If the fences moan, flowery rose bushes
In your childlike song my voice will return

What the wise one gives me, the magic of a blind man
That speaks to me of a sky I cannot see
That's why in my nights of singing and guitar
I remember the homeland that saw me born

Like a handkerchief my mother stayed
She said goodbye before leaving
With the voice of the wind, music of kisses
She left me an April zamba