Angel Para Una Tambora
Juan Luis Guerra 4.40
Angel for a Tambora
Never stop dreaming my tambora
archipelago of hidden touch
echo of a sonorous death
wood and goat death
Never stop dreaming my tambora
messy chrysanthemums adorn you
and the güira has laid on your bed
and brushes against you...
An angel plays, dressed in tambora
down to earth with the tumbadora
a thousand stars form your crown
never dies, hey, my tambora
Never stop dreaming my tambora
your waist, scent of sawmill
and spills your blood from other hands
go on giving birth to a drummer
Over there in the state of Zulia
in the northern part of Venezuela
wings were born to my tambora
and now it flies...
Through the Andes, my tambora dreams
down to earth with the tumbadora
a thousand stars forge your crown
never dies, hey, my tambora
An angel plays, dressed in tambora
down to earth with the tumbadora
a thousand stars form your crown
never dies, hey, my tambora
