A Flor De Bombo

Mature ceibo tree; your shade is no longer here
Your life was cut short; they have made you rest
And the Santiago forest; wants to cry for you

Tender wood; with a musical flavor
Your trunk is macerated; your wise plant
And the tanned drumheads; come to embrace you

Chorus

As its bowels vibrate; my song wants to come out
Climbing the zambas; that I carry in my feelings
Of this rustic drum; that sings alongside me

The chacareras; brighten its rhythm
And ignite the spurs; of the gaucho as he stomps
He tends to leave his sorrows; going out to dance

When life; separates us two
Perhaps some star; will come telling us
In strands of hope; that there is a better world