Zamba Del Arribeño

Zamba of the Highland

Zamba Del Arribeño

For wandering in the hillPor trajinar en el cerro
I am a highlander and somewhat wildYo soy arribeño y medio bagual
I go erasing pathsAndo borrando caminos
I'm a cunning puma that they won't findSoy puma ladino que no han de encontrar
Men search for my trailBuscan mi rastro los hombres
And the forest hides me, I'm just a shadowY el monte me esconde, soy sombra nomás

Driving a flock of sheepArriando un hato de ovejas
My old flute spills a deep feelingDerrama mi quena un viejo sentir
And in its lying lamentY en su quejido yacente
It becomes a mourning for the moaning peopleSe le hace a la gente que gime un crespín
And if my woman hears itY si la escucha mi chola
I know she cries to see me comingYo sé que ella llora por verme venir

I'm going to cry the vidalaVoy a llorar la vidala
I caress the land to accompanyLe mingo a la tierra para acompañar
A drum made of goat skinCaja pellejo de cabra
Born in the back hills of MollarParida en las abras de atrás del Mollar
And a voice of wild waysY voz de sacha maneras
For those who want to feel me singPara los que quieran sentirme cantar

I have a shelter to the westTengo un quincha’o al poniente
A warm bed to shareUn catre caliente para compartir
And a couple of dun mulesY un par de mulas lunancas
In case you don't want to ride on their backsPor si que a las ancas no quieras subir
Maybe under the ponchoCapaz que bajo del poncho
My dear, I'll hide you if you say yesVidita, te escondo si dices que sí

I'm a storm cloudSoy nubarrón de tormenta
If wine encourages meSi el vino me alienta
And instead of fightingY en vez de pelear
I beat my drum without fearGolpio mi bombo sin asco
A herd of guanacos give me their skinsTropel de guanacos los cueros me dan
And calm down the devilY me apaciguan el diablo
Who's lurking around if I go out to drinkQue me anda rondando si salgo a tomar

I'm going to cry the vidalaVoy a llorar la vidala
I caress the land to accompanyLe mingo a la tierra para acompañar
A drum made of goat skinCaja pellejo de cabra
Born in the back hills of MollarParida en las abras de atrás del Mollar
And a voice of wild waysY voz de sacha maneras
For those who want to feel me singPara los que quieran sentirme cantar