Zamba Del Chaguanco
Mercedes Sosa
Zamba of the Chaguanco
Heat up the drums
Cutting through the murky jungle
While Juan, the wounded chaguanco
Bleeds out towards the Moon
With a knife in his gut
Death was lurking around
Then, Juan felt life
Slipping away through his insides
Poor Juan, shadow of the woods
Blonde beast of the red river
To live like he does
Better off not dying old
Over the riverbanks
The evening cast its sorrow
And a voice, herding logs
Sent it drifting northward
When the color of the earth
Returns with the bumbunas
Juan's skin in the air
Will be a dark baguala
Poor Juan, shadow of the woods
Blonde beast of the red river
To live like he does
Better off not dying old
