Justa Pastora

My grandmother, you who have left me
Just in time for the Carnivals
When the bad death
Made your baguala fall silent

But your steps will now be slow
As the years go by
Because your body of wicker
Was a tough warp for work

Because your body of wicker
Was a tough warp for work

With your thimbles and your needles
You sewed from night till dawn
Your eyes seemed
Red carnations burning
You left without a cry
Fair grandmother from Salta, Justa Garay

With the sadness you have left me
I sing this sorrowful zamba
I want to see your handkerchief
In full flight for the Carnival

And although I understand you won't return
I keep asking myself
If it's your white shawl
That now shines in my solitude
Chorus
With your thimbles and your needles
You sewed from night till dawn
Your eyes seemed
Red carnations burning
You left without a cry
Fair grandmother from Salta, Justa Garay