Zamba de Las Tolderías

Sadness rising
from the depths of traditions
I bring this zamba
like a thunder of raids.
With a strong nostalgia
for a burning ranch
of spears, of bolos
and of stolen women.
I gave my blood to the land
like the gaucho in the forts,
that's why my zamba has
the sound of trumpets.
The roar of the raids
heat of the tents
Toast of Indian loves
that's all my land is.
Tamed by distance
of long suffering
my zamba keeps moving
from the tent where it was born.