La Andariega

(Zamba)

That I would never forget,
I always knew how to swear.
Today, that I find myself so far away,
Who knows, my soul, if it will remember?

My poor hope
knew how to help me a lot.
Today, doubts hurt me:
Who knows, my soul, if it will remember?

I lie down on the saddle;
sadly I start to think:
all life is absence,
Who knows, my soul, if it will remember?

This wandering zamba,
born in the sandy ground,
after so much wandering with me,
knows my pain of walking and walking.

Life has never given me
a ranch to dream.
I bleed out on the trail,
Who knows, my soul, if it will remember?

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wanderer: one who walks or travels

saddle: horse gear or saddle

ranch: (AmE) farm or shed where livestock is kept; hut or house made of branches and straw

trail: path or trace left by a horse passing by