Me Enmore de Una Zamba

The night was gathering sleeping stars
And I saw the dawn paint its red cheeks
A slow, eternal glow
Showed the Sun its vastness
The Moon looked on jealously
Over the cradle of the carob grove

Dark and proud of so many gazes
She arrived in a hurry, dressed to impress
Her face covered in blue mystery
She began to dance gracefully
And took advantage of sighs to send up
A white handkerchief scented with orange blossom

Behind you goes my nostalgia
And I wave my hope in vain
Let me light the fire in your innocence
And in that dream see you burn
That way I’ll know what fate takes me
In your skirt to get tangled in love

Let my desires soar high
And in drops of dew
Bathed your figure
To quench the thirst
I drank from the illusion
Of being the owner of your love

I dreamed that my hands left
All the summer of my heart on your waist
I wanted to hold you, dove, in my nest
And in a gentle arrest brush your dress
But your anxiety seeking the sunset
Left its light of eternity
My voice followed your trail when I called your name
To give you my longing to love

Behind you goes my nostalgia