Zamba Corta
Juana Molina
Short Zamba
I didn't want anyone to leave
But the day turned out that way
Tables set and hours on end
In the kitchen was my grandma
And it clouded over
And it poured
The wind was blowing, tablecloths flying
And in the sky a blanket of pewter
- it's just a downpour - I told them
But it wasn't enough, so
At noon, empty chairs
My grandma came and we ate tortilla
