Zamba Mía

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