La Zamba Del Negro Alegre
Luciano Pereyra
The Zamba of the Happy Black Man
The zamba of the happy black man,
who wants to dance it with me?
Carnivaling in the air he went with his little handkerchief
like a little dove wanting to fly.
Carnivaling in the air he went with his little handkerchief
like a little dove wanting to fly.
From Salta comes this zamba
and wants to return to Salta.
Where the spurs, when I'm dancing with her,
keep tapping, crying for a love.
Where the spurs, when I'm dancing with her,
keep tapping, crying for a love.
How many dear memories
come back to my solitude!
Carnivaling in the air he went with his little handkerchief
like a little dove wanting to fly.
Carnivaling in the air he went with his little handkerchief
like a little dove wanting to fly.
How beautiful to sing the zamba
that we danced yesterday!
Knowing that your eyes will be watching me
and will be happy to see me arrive.
Knowing that your eyes will be watching me
and will be happy to see me arrive.
I want to have the hope
of seeing you in Salta again.
And when I feel like I'm dying
the feeling of my heart will remain.
And when I feel like I'm dying
the feeling of my heart will remain.
How many dear memories
come back to my solitude!
Carnivaling in the air he went with his little handkerchief
like a little dove wanting to fly.
Carnivaling in the air he went with his little handkerchief
like a dove wanting to fly.
