Zamba Por Vos

I don't sing for you,
the zamba sings for you
and says, while singing,
I can't forget you,
I can't forget you.

I don't sing for you,
the zamba sings for you
and singing like this
sings for me,
sings for me.

Sing, little zamba,
don't wait for it anymore;
you have to think
that if it didn't come back
it's because it already forgot you.
Perfume that flower
that withered,
that withered.

I had a love,
I left it waiting,
and when I came back
I didn't recognize it,
I didn't recognize it.

He said that, maybe,
he was loving me;
he looked at me and left
without saying why,
without saying why.