Zamba de La Candelaria

(Zamba)

This zamba was born in the afternoon, already closing the prayer
When the Moon cried, splinters of silver, the death of the Sun
When the Moon cried, splinters of silver, the death of the Sun

In the case of poncho Marrupe, take him and force him
The wine makes us happy singing the zamba la Candelaria
The wine makes us happy singing the zamba la Candelaria

When the night matures, juice of my loneliness
The path must be brightened, night-blooming zambita: Candlemas
The path must be brightened, night-blooming zambita: Candlemas

Let the guitar fall asleep, hollow of voices that go
Bringing to the surface of the earth, songs of friends who will not return
Bringing to the surface of the earth, songs of friends who will not return

Zamba of the Candelaria, that when it dawns you will go
Gathering high stars: The eyes that keep me up at night
Gathering high stars: The eyes that keep me up at night

When the night matures, juice of my loneliness
The path must be brightened, night-blooming zambita: Candlemas
The path must be brightened, night-blooming zambita: Candlemas