Si Se Muere La Zamba

This zamba is like a tear
For a time that won't come back
The guitar is already ending
Cornered in loneliness
Move to the other side
They don't want to hear you

They are killing the zamba
Little by little from the city
It's the soul of my province
Punished, can't take it anymore
From the right and left
It suffers its necessity

If the zamba dies
Let the handkerchiefs cry
Go through the air telling everyone
It's not a natural death
Go through the air telling everyone
That one day it will resurrect

This zamba is like the shadow
Of an old tree they will cut down
Like it never got out of poverty
God knows who will defend it
Its farewell is short
Its absence is an injustice

This zamba is like my town
They want to muzzle it
And they change it for foreign noise
The spring of its own
Battalion of troublemakers
Stains the popular flower

If the zamba dies
Let the handkerchiefs cry
Go through the air telling everyone
It's not a natural death
Go through the air telling everyone
That one day it will resurrect