Zamba Carpera
ZAMBA CARPERA (Zamba)
Qué será,
que para el carnaval,
cuando suena la caja,
si es que me piden quiero cantar.
Que me voy,
queriéndote querer,
buscando unos ojitos
que no se quieren compadecer.
Al amor
llorolo a llorar el mar
y para consolarlo
dale un pimpollo de tu rosal.
Dónde iré,
sólo nombrándote,
en la noche más noche
dice el lucero que te hallaré.
Carnaval,
toma mi corazón,
golpéalo como caja,
decí que ha muerto un pobre de amor.
Al amor
llorolo a llorar el mar
y para consolarlo
dale un pimpollo de tu rosal.
Country Zamba
COUNTRY ZAMBA (Zamba)
What will it be,
that for the carnival,
when the drum sounds,
if they ask me I want to sing.
That I'm leaving,
wanting to love you,
looking for some little eyes
that don't want to sympathize.
To love
I cry to make the sea cry
and to console it
give it a bud from your rosebush.
Where will I go,
just by naming you,
in the darkest night
the evening star says I will find you.
Carnival,
take my heart,
beat it like a drum,
say that a poor man of love has died.
To love
I cry to make the sea cry
and to console it
give it a bud from your rosebush.