La Armando Saavedra

(Zamba)

At Armando Saavedra's place
a good burner from Salta,
cradled by the bagüala
his heart beats. bis

Among the weeping willows
guitar, wine, and barbecue,
and the day breaks while coqueando
as the plow rests. bis

The thrushes sleep
among the branches of the mulberry tree,
and as the tobacco fields dream
they perfume the entire night. bis

In the drum of the moon
the night wants to strike,
a couplet comes swaying
born in the carnival. bis

And on the dirt patio
the zamba comes to dance,
and the whole circle turns into dust
while singing. bis

The thrushes sleep
among the branches of the mulberry tree,
and as the tobacco fields dream
they perfume the entire night. bis