Mi Abuela Bailo La Zamba

I

No one danced yesterday's zamba
Like my grandmother did
It seems to me I see her
Handkerchief flying in the air
It seems to me I see her
In the trenches

Perfume and water for the carnival
Burning hearts
The braids of the maidens
Who go out to conquer
There in the trenches
They will find their love

Drumming of drums
People arrive at the place
Crates of beer
From table to table to invite
When the orchestra plays
My grandmother dances

II

Butterflies in the air fly away
Bottles and streamers
The dancer continues
Offering dance and love
Under the arbor
The dancer

Years gone by will not return
They refresh my memory
Horseback riders
In a single gallop
Horseback riders
Arrive at the carnival

Drumming of drums
People arrive at the place
Crates of beer
From table to table to invite
When the orchestra plays
My grandmother dances