Mi Abuela Bailó La Zamba
Los Hermanos Toledo
My Grandmother Danced The Zamba
No one danced yesterday's zamba like my grandmother did
If I seem to see her, handkerchief flying in the air
If I seem to see her in the trenches
Perfume and water for the carnival, burning hearts
The braids of the maidens, who go out to conquer
There by the trenches, they will find her love
Drumming sounds: People arrive at the place
Beer crates, on the tables to invite
When the orchestra plays, my grandmother dances
Butterflies in the air are seen; bottles and streamers
The dancer continues, offering dance and love
Under the arbor, the dancer
Years gone by will not return, they refresh my memory
Horseback riders, galloping together
Horseback riders arrive at the carnival
Drumming sounds: People arrive at the place
Beer crates, on the tables to invite
When the orchestra plays, my grandmother dances
