Zamba Mía
Salitre
My Zamba
Zamba that I want zamba, to ease my sorrows
Inside a party, or in the silent scream, of the heart
Inside a party, or in the silent scream, of the heart
Sonkoy hitting your drum, to the rhythm of my strings
In vidalas I pray to you, and with my handkerchief, I see you return
In vidalas I pray to you, and with my handkerchief I see you return
If you were born from a dry throat, and today I evoke you in the tents
Zamba, don't let a folk singer be missing, to strum the guitar
Zamba, don't let a folk singer be missing to charm
Zamba, you tell my sorrows, in stabbed verses
You inhabit my guitar, using my chest, to resonate
You inhabit my guitar, using my chest to resonate
Flight of your handkerchief, in the sky of my hope
The poet's dream, from that old time, that won't come back
The poet's dream, from that old time, that won't come back
If you were born from a dry throat, and today I evoke you in the tents
Zamba, don't let a folk singer be missing, to strum the guitar
Zamba, don't let a folk singer be missing to charm
