Zamba Del Grillo

First!

From the hills of Tucumán
I was led by the roads
and brought back again
feelings that will never
be forgotten

and brought back again
feelings that will never
be forgotten.

A happy cricket filled
its song with blue and January
and upon returning to the plains
I was saying my
farewell to the hill

and upon returning to the plains
I was saying my
farewell to the hill.

Like that cricket in the field,
that sang all alone...
so lost in the night
I was also a cricket,
my life and my zamba...

so lost in the night
my zamba flies away, little dove.

Second!

To the hills of Tucumán
I've returned in a sad winter
only the mountain and the river,
wrapped in my sorrows,
saw me pass

only the mountain and the river,
wrapped in my sorrows,
saw me pass.

The moon lit up the song,
the cricket by the road,
and I with shadows in my soul
thought of the absence
of the lost good

and I with shadows in my soul
thought of the absence
of the lost good.

Like that cricket in the field,
that sang all alone...
so lost in the night
I was also a cricket,
my life and my zamba...

so lost in the night
my zamba flies away, little dove.