La Arribeña

Highland Zamba
Where are you coming from...!
Who knows what absences
And what longings
You will cry...

Up in the ravines
And in the grasslands
Your song stretches out like a lament
From the stones.

Through those hills, the hundreds are carried
The sad echoes of my loneliness
Sometimes the plains
Turn into song
As I walk.

Highland Zamba
Maybe a love
Gave you the sadness that in these times
I suffer.

Walking down the roads
Who knows why
Just like the zamba, with a memory I will live.

Through those hills, the winds carry
The sad echoes of my loneliness
Sometimes the crying
Turns into song
As I walk.