A Flor De Bombo
Ceibo maduro; tu sombra ya no esta
trunca quedo tu vida; te han hecho descansar
y el monte santiagueño; por vos quiere llorar
Tierna madera; de sabor musical
se macera tu tronco; tu sabia vegetal
y los parches curtidos; te vienen a abrazar.
Estribillo
Al vibrar sus entrañas; mi canto quiere salir
repechando las zambas; que lleve en el sentir
de este bombo leguero; que canta junto a mi.
Las chacareras; alegran su compás
y encienden las espuelas; del gaucho al zapatear
suele dejar sus penas; saliendo a bagualear.
Cuando la vida; nos separe a los dos
quizás alguna estrella; llegue contándonos
en tientos de esperanzas; que hay un mundo mejor.
A Drum's Flower
Mature ceibo tree; your shade is no longer here
Your life was cut short; they have made you rest
And the Santiago forest; wants to cry for you
Tender wood; with a musical flavor
Your trunk is macerated; your wise plant
And the tanned drumheads; come to embrace you
Chorus
As its bowels vibrate; my song wants to come out
Climbing the zambas; that I carry in my feelings
Of this rustic drum; that sings alongside me
The chacareras; brighten its rhythm
And ignite the spurs; of the gaucho as he stomps
He tends to leave his sorrows; going out to dance
When life; separates us two
Perhaps some star; will come telling us
In strands of hope; that there is a better world
Escrita por: Facundo Saravia