Zamba Del Cantor Enamorado
El viejo río cosquín
Fue el testigo quieto de un desengaño
Que un guitarrero cantor
Sufriera en el arenal
Cuando se escondía el sol
Que un guitarrero cantor
Sufriera en el arenal
Cuando se escondía el sol
Cuentan paisanos de allá
Que en un amanecer se escuchó su canto
Era un lamento de amor
Que del pecho le brotó
Y entre los cerros quedó
Era un lamento de amor
Que del pecho le brotó
Y entre los cerros quedó
Quisiera verte volver, en una tarde de enero
Si vuelves me encontrarás, en la orilla del cosquín
Con mi guitarra cantora
Y en mis labios sentirás
Que aún perdura el amor
Que me dejaste al partir
Qué cosas las del amor
Si hasta agarra pena solo pensarlas
Cuando comienza a gustar
Como agua de manantial
Solo se empieza a alejar
Cuando comienza a gustar
Como agua de manantial
Solo se empieza a alejar
Alguna vez al pasar
Por el viejo río en noche estrellada
Quizás puedan escuchar
Las coplas que del cantor
Nacieran por un dolor
Quizás puedan escuchar
Las coplas que del cantor
Nacieran por un dolor
Quisiera verte volver, en una tarde de enero
Si vuelves me encontrarás, en la orilla del cosquín
Con mi guitarra cantora
Y en mis labios sentirás
Que aún perdura el amor
Que me dejaste al partir
Zamba of the Enamored Singer
The old river of Cosquín
Was the quiet witness of a disappointment
That a guitar player singer
Suffered in the sandy area
When the sun was hiding
That a guitar player singer
Suffered in the sandy area
When the sun was hiding
Countrymen from there tell
That at dawn his song was heard
It was a love lament
That sprang from his chest
And remained among the hills
It was a love lament
That sprang from his chest
And remained among the hills
I would like to see you return, on a January afternoon
If you return, you will find me, on the shore of Cosquín
With my singing guitar
And on my lips you will feel
That the love you left me with still endures
When you left
Love's ways
Even just thinking about them brings sorrow
When it starts to taste
Like spring water
It only begins to fade away
When it starts to taste
Like spring water
It only begins to fade away
Sometimes passing by
By the old river on a starry night
You might hear
The verses that from the singer
Were born out of pain
You might hear
The verses that from the singer
Were born out of pain
I would like to see you return, on a January afternoon
If you return, you will find me, on the shore of Cosquín
With my singing guitar
And on my lips you will feel
That the love you left me with still endures