Zamba

Little poor guitar
To sing what I feel
I don't need a voice
I hide inside the guitar
And there I talk with God

The zamba, to be zamba
Is a handkerchief and goodbye
And it's zamba of the moon and ranch
If the heart dances it

If I had a love
Oh, what zamba I would sing
With midnight magic
With midday luxuries

Just a little guitar
The little guitar of the poor
Looking for silver verses
Finding copper verses

From the depth of the mountain
The drum is calling
And the heart suffering
And the song goes on, and on