Zamba
Guitarrita e’pobre
Para cantar lo que siento
Yo no preciso voz
Me escondo guitarra adentro
Y allí converso con Dios
La zamba, para ser zamba
Es pañuelo y es adiós
Y es zamba de la luna y rancho
Si la baila el corazón
Si yo tuviera un amor
Ay, qué zamba cantaría
Con magia de medianoche
Con lujos de mediodía
Apenitas si es guitarra
La guitarrita del pobre
Buscando coplas de plata
Hallando coplas de cobre
Desde la hondura del monte
El bombo llamando está
Y el corazón padeciendo
Y el canto se va, y se va
Zamba
Little poor guitar
To sing what I feel
I don't need a voice
I hide inside the guitar
And there I talk with God
The zamba, to be zamba
Is a handkerchief and goodbye
And it's zamba of the moon and ranch
If the heart dances it
If I had a love
Oh, what zamba I would sing
With midnight magic
With midday luxuries
Just a little guitar
The little guitar of the poor
Looking for silver verses
Finding copper verses
From the depth of the mountain
The drum is calling
And the heart suffering
And the song goes on, and on