Balderrama

On the edge of the canal
At the break of dawn
The night came out singing
From the side of Valderrama

Inside pure trembling
The drum in the baguala
And if they start singing at dawn
Let the guitars sparkle

Night watchman, all alone
Sprout of dawn
Where will we end up
If Valderrama goes out

If someone starts singing
The coachman accompanies him
And in every glass of wine
The morning star trembles

Zamba of the dawn
Lullaby of Valderrama
Sings through midnight
Cries through the early morning