Zamba Del Carbonero
Los Fronterizos
Charcoal Burner's Zamba
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
