Zamba Del Riego
Por el guaymallen, el duende del agua va
Llevando una flor de greda y de sol
Que despertara en el riego
La voz vegetal del huarpe que esta
Dormido en su paz mineral
Se va tu caudal, por el valle labrador
Y al amanecer sale a padecer
La pena del surco ajeno
Verano y rigor, va de sol a sol
La sombra del vendimiador
Morada zamba del riego, el agua te cantara
Cuando ande en la voz del vino cantor
La vendimia de mi pueblo
Y suba un rumor de acequia y canción
Por el rumbo agrario del sol
Canal fundador, tonada del totoral
La luna rural, te ha visto regar
El sueño de mis abuelos
Y luego entonar con el regador
El vino sufrido del peon
Solar regador, algun dia bajaras
Trayendo en tu voz, de menta y cedron
Tonadas del vino nuevo
Y entonces te iras conmigo a cantar
Cogollos de amor y de paz
Irrigation Zamba
Through the Guaymallen, the water spirit goes
Carrying a flower of clay and sun
That will awaken in the irrigation
The vegetal voice of the Huarpe that is
Asleep in its mineral peace
Your flow goes through the laborer's valley
And at dawn goes out to suffer
The sorrow of another's furrow
Summer and rigor, from sunrise to sunset
The shadow of the grape harvester
Abode zamba of the irrigation, the water will sing to you
When it walks in the voice of the singing wine
The harvest of my town
And a rumor of irrigation and song rises
Through the agrarian path of the sun
Founding canal, song of the canebrake
The rural moon has seen you watering
The dream of my grandparents
And then singing with the watering can
The hard-earned wine of the laborer
Solar irrigator, someday you will come down
Bringing in your voice, of mint and lemon verbena
Tunes of the new wine
And then you will leave with me to sing
Buds of love and peace