Zamba de La Candelaria

This Zamba was born one afternoon
Already closing the prayer
When the moon was crying
Silver sparks the death of the sun

These rivers blessed her
That murmur as they pass by
And the cold winter wind
Gave her the sadness that makes her cry

When the night ripens
And it's only loneliness
The path will be happy
Nighttime Zamba, La Candelaria

Zamba of La Candelaria
That when dawn breaks will
Gather high stars
The eyes that make me want to sing

When the night ripens
And it's only loneliness
The path will be happy
Nighttime Zamba, La Candelaria