Zamba Del Grillo

First

To the Tucuman hills
The roads took me
And brought me back
Feelings that will never be forgotten

A happy cricket filled
His song with blue and January
And upon returning to the plains
I was saying goodbye to the hill

Like that countryside cricket
That sang alone
Lost in the night
I too was a cricket, my life and my zamba
Lost in the night my zamba goes, little dove

Second

To the Tucuman hills
I returned in a sad winter
Only the forest and the river
Saw me pass wrapped in my sorrows

The moon lit the song
The cricket by the road
And I with shadow in my soul
Thought of the absence of the lost good

Like that countryside cricket
That sang alone
Lost in the night
I too was a cricket, my life and my zamba
Lost in the night my zamba goes, little dove