Zafra de Amor
La Clave Trio
Love Harvest
Just by remembering, I become zamba
When I think in your gaze
How not to lose myself if when you danced
My soul stirred to see you spin
Spins like a whirlwind, tangled handkerchiefs
Subtle flight to the sky, my verse goes
Climbs in the sighs like a creeper
And the wind carries me a scent as it passes
Your hair smells like jasmine
This love dreams of summer
Growing in the harvest
To the rhythm of the zamba, both beating
Tell me if you will stay
I don't want another voiceless arrest
Blue sky, your beautiful eyes haunt me
I want to stay with a half turn
With the cheekiness of the dancers
I follow your step, I want to get closer
My hands search for you, they want to feel your embrace
Close to my chest, to feel your body
But you slip away from me
Traps of a handkerchief
I remain in the attempt, you mock me
