Zamba Enamorada

Enamored Zamba

Enamored Zamba
will cry alone in the woods
the absence of the one I love
silently calling their name.

It hurts me so much
that I cry for you on my guitar
tiny bud of water and sky
bleeding my eyes.

I sing you this zamba
when the sun is dying
and through the carob trees
the silence deepens.

The farthest stars
open up
crying dew they seem
alone in the woods.

Chorus

Nestled in my heart
don't fly towards another life
leaving me in the dusk
the soul in a dream of love.