Zamba Mía

My Zamba

Zamba Mía

Zamba that I want zamba, to ease my sorrowsZamba que quiero zamba, pa mitigar mis tristezas
Inside a party, or in the silent scream, of the heartAdentro de una farra, o en el grito mudo, del corazón
Inside a party, or in the silent scream, of the heartAdentro de una farra, o en el grito mudo, del corazón

Sonkoy hitting your drum, to the rhythm of my stringsSonkoy que golpeas tu parche, al ritmo de mis bordonas
In vidalas I pray to you, and with my handkerchief, I see you returnEn vidalas te rezo, y con mi pañuelo, te veo volver
In vidalas I pray to you, and with my handkerchief I see you returnEn vidalas te rezo, y con mi pañuelo te veo volver

If you were born from a dry throat, and today I evoke you in the tentsSi naciste de un seco garguero, y hoy te evoco en las carpas
Zamba, don't let a folk singer be missing, to strum the guitarZamba que no te falte, algún cantor criollo, para guitarrear
Zamba, don't let a folk singer be missing to charmZamba que no te falte, algún cantor criollo para enamorar

Zamba, you tell my sorrows, in stabbed versesZamba que contás mis penas, en versos apuñalados
You inhabit my guitar, using my chest, to resonateQue habitas mi guitarra, usando mi pecho, para retumbar
You inhabit my guitar, using my chest to resonateQue habitas mi guitarra, usando mi pecho para retumbar

Flight of your handkerchief, in the sky of my hopeVuelo de tu pañuelito, en cielo de mi esperanza
The poet's dream, from that old time, that won't come backDel poeta el sueño, de aquel tiempo viejo, que no volverá
The poet's dream, from that old time, that won't come backDel poeta el sueño, de aquel tiempo viejo, que no volverá

If you were born from a dry throat, and today I evoke you in the tentsSi naciste de un seco garguero, y hoy te evoco en las carpas
Zamba, don't let a folk singer be missing, to strum the guitarZamba que no te falte, algún cantor criollo, para guitarrear
Zamba, don't let a folk singer be missing to charmZamba que no te falte, algún cantor criollo para enamorar