Zamba de Valderrama

By the edge of the canal
When morning comes around
The night starts singing out
From Balderrama's ground

Inside it's pure tremor
The drum beats with a thump
And it gets wild and burning
Let the guitars strum and jump

Morning star, all alone
Sprout of the dawn
Where will we end up
If Balderrama's gone?

If one starts to sing
A cab driver tags along
And in every glass of wine
The morning star feels strong

Zamba of the sunrise
Lullaby of Balderrama
Sings at midnight's hour
Cries in the early drama

Morning star, all alone
Sprout of the dawn
Where will we end up
If Balderrama's gone?