No hay nada como una zamba

It ain't easy to tell them
all that my soul feels
when from a guitar
a zamba starts to ignite
it climbs and stays
alone in my throat.

It's the music of the countryside
mother of all dances
a cry from my land
born from its depths
the zamba is like a girl
a lovestruck girl.

We're from the same place
that's why when I sing my song
it turns into a shout
there's nothing like a zamba.

If you hold a guitar
to learn how to strum it
you'll see that the first attempt
must always be a zamba
a zamba that brings in your verses
the scents of my childhood.

They've seen her badly wounded
betrayed with malice
with so many cruel blows
many wanted to trample her
and they forget that in our land
it was a zamba that made the song.