Lejos de Orán
Pititn Salazar
Far from Orán
When in the nights of Orán the cacharpayas light up
The water goblins scare the mojarras
Orán, land of heat where the air burns
Like my song burns when it reminds you from afar
This is the zamba of Orán, my cacharpaya zamba
How sad they will hear it cry, the day I die
This is the zamba of Orán and this is how I want to sing it
If a little fisherman enters the Bermejo River
To his eyes, moon and sun, no dream overcomes them
The devil who passes by carrying the wood
Even goes to the obraje with a diablada in pain
This is the zamba of Orán, my cacharpaya zamba
How sad they will hear it cry, the day I die
This is the zamba of Orán and this is how I want to sing it
