Zamba a Los Misioneiros

There is an old mill
In the Castilla of the soul
That starts to turn with calm
And the wind becomes weary
That's why, if in your destiny
You feel bothered to see yourself
Repeat to yourself in this way
Missionary and priest
I know who I am - said Don Quixote
And he ran towards death

There is no glory, honor or rewards, missionary
And there is no gold pay in your saddlebags
It is the confident wait, in which you forge yourself
The only true reason
It is the confident wait, in which you forge yourself
Your pay and your full day's work

There are no warm home, set table
Nor a child like you waiting for you
Only the Love nailed to fix your gaze
To fix with love your whole life
Only the love nailed to fix your gaze
What is nailed, is not forgotten

And there in the solitude of your mission
Among your fears, trials and weaknesses
Do not stop thinking about Dulcinea
Your Lady, whom you call Congregation
And see that your fight is so holy
That deserting will never be an option

There is no going back on what has been given
There are no freedoms that the world gives
There is only the deepest criterion
Of giving your whole soul to what is commanded
There is only the deepest criterion
Of being freer by being more tied

And why do you laugh seeing the gray sky
The earth does not understand what you love
Since they burn all those three flames
And everything you give, you receive
They extinguish you, missionary, those three flames
And the lily flower intoxicates you with its scent

And there in the solitude of your mission
Among your fears, trials and weaknesses
Do not stop thinking about Dulcinea
Your Lady, whom you call Congregation
And see that your fight is so holy
That deserting will never be an option