Balderrama

By the edges of the canal
When the morning comes
The night sings out
From Balderrama's place
The night sings out
From Balderrama's place

Inside, pure trembling
The drum with the baguala
And it gets stirred up, burning
Let the guitar spark

Lonely star
Sprout of the soul
Where will we end up
If Balderrama goes out

If someone starts to sing
A coachman accompanies him
And in every glass of wine
The morning star trembles

Zamba of the dawn
Lullaby of Balderrama
It cries for midnight
It sings for dawn