Zamba Del Emigrante

I gotta leave, my heart
Before me, others have gone
Everyone knows that migratory birds
Always find their way back
Everyone knows that migratory birds
Always find their way back

Don't cry anymore, my heart
I'm not looking for oblivion
Just seeking a future and a horizon
The lighthouse that guides the lost castaway
Just seeking a future and a horizon
The lighthouse that guides the lost castaway

Get on Zitarrosa's bus
One Sunday morning
The one that took us to the hill
You'll search in the sleeping city
For the dream we had as children
You'll search in the sleeping city
For the dream we had as children

Water well, my heart
Our garden and memories
And when you stroll through the market
You'll toast to my health with 'half and half'
And when you stroll through the market
You'll toast to my health with 'half and half'

I'll be back very soon, my heart
And the sick neighborhood will heal
Everyone knows that migratory birds
Always find their way back
Everyone knows that migratory birds
Always find their way back