Zamba Del Guitarrero (Zamba Carpera)
Nacho y Daniel Campos
Zamba of the Guitarist (Country Zamba)
To sing, to dance
This zamba of the guitarist.
Chagüancos carnivals will bloom
In the bands of Bermejo.
Loneliness falls in love
With the guitar's cry,
Drumming through the night the drums go
Tracing skies the vine.
Chorus
Flying, flying far away
My handkerchief follows yours.
They will return when love
opens its final bud.
II
I come to name, I come to shout
This zamba of the guitarist.
Aloja jars will ripen
Under a sky of handkerchiefs.
I want to illuminate with my singing
The entrails of the wild horse.
If the verse dies from so much wandering
It will be watched over by the woodcutters.
Chorus
Flying, flying far away
My handkerchief follows yours.
They will return when love
opens its final bud.
