Zamba Del Carbonero

I am that chickadee
I am that man, sir
that is burning the wood
Together with your heart

I stay awake in the mountains
Alone, taking care of the coal
The night gives me the Moon
I deliver my sorrow

Titmouse
Carob field laborer
The night becomes day to me
When the carnival comes

Sometimes I look at my hands
But I don't see them, sir
He covers them at night
All the coal dust

Tapo, the mouth of the oven
With black dirt and sweat
And the smoke carries, in the wind
burning my heart

Titmouse
Carob field laborer
The night becomes day to me
When the carnival comes