La Volvedora
Solo, en los carnavales,
Pañuelo al aire te vi bailar:
Lejos se iban tus ojos,
Paloma triste del carnaval.
En tu cintura, el viento
Flores de aroma pone al pasar
¿dónde fueron tus ojos
Que no sintieron mi soledad?
¡adiós, me voy, adiós!
¿en qué noche me hundiré,
Triste mi huella volviendo
Por esta zamba, al atardecer?
Cuando bailé a tu lado
Con mi pañuelo buscándote;
Mis espuelas lloraron
Sobre tu sombra: llamándote.
Palomita viajera,
Me voy dolido de tu desdén;
Donde acaba el camino,
Tal vez, un día te encontraré.
The Returner
Alone, at the carnivals,
Handkerchief in the air, I saw you dance:
Your eyes were going far away,
Sad dove of the carnival.
On your waist, the wind
Puts flowers with aroma as it passes by
Where did your eyes go
That didn't feel my loneliness?
Goodbye, I'm leaving, goodbye!
In what night will I sink,
Sad my trace returning
For this zamba, at dusk?
When I danced by your side
With my handkerchief searching for you;
My spurs cried
Over your shadow: calling you.
Traveling little dove,
I leave hurt by your disdain;
Where the road ends,
Maybe one day I'll find you.
Escrita por: Manuel Jose Castilla-Eduardo Falu