Zamba Del Arribeño

For working on the hill
I am arribeño and half bagual
I'm erasing paths
I am a ladino puma that you will not find

Men seek my trail
And the mountain hides me, I am just a shadow
Herding a herd of sheep
An old feeling pours out my quena

And in his lying moan
It makes people who cry a fool
And if my chola listens to her
I know that she cries to see me coming

I'm going to cry for life
I mingo to the earth to accompany
Box, goatskin
Giving birth in the harvests behind Mollar

And voice of "sacha manners"
For those who want to feel me sing
I have a barbecue to the west
A warm cot to share

And a pair of lunancas mules
In case you don't want to go up on your haunches
Maybe I'll get out of the poncho, darling
I hide you if you say yes

I am a storm cloud
If the wine encourages me and instead of fighting
I hit my bass drum without disgust
Troop of guanacos the patches give me

And the devil appeases me
What's haunting me if I go out drinking?
I'm going to cry for life
I mingo to the earth to accompany

Box, goatskin
Giving birth in the harvests behind Mollar
And voice of "sacha manners"
For those who want to feel me sing