Zamba Azul
Mercedes Sosa
Blue Zamba
Like a clean dawn
Was your blue skirt
Sky for the zamba
A spirit was in the air
Tangling with my voice
While my guitar
Searched in the dawn
Verses to sing
Our love.
I will always remember you
Next to your blue landscape
Shadow that I don't forget
Silhouette of the river
Dressed in wheat and light
How the afternoon fell asleep
In your hair
With a dream
Immensely blue
The night saw you dance
Blue in the eyes
Of the dew
Where would the wind go
That your voice stayed with me
Moon, verse, river, scent,
Blue valley of zamba
Sweet region of my solitude
I keep that blue handkerchief
That you gave me in the farewell
I carry the afternoon
Towards its mystery
When the sun was dying
But you stay
Quiet in the silence
Where sleeps
The wind of my voice.
They say that forgetting is cruel
That it doesn't return from goodbye
But my guitar
Sounds like your zamba
When at night I am
Looking for crickets
To sing your name
In the dark voice
Of the fretboard
