La nochera

Now that you are absent
my song in the night carries you.
Your hair has the scent
of rain on the earth.

And your presence in the vineyards
golden under the moon, fades away,
towards the heart of the wine
where spring is born.

Drenched in light, in my night guitar,
I encircle your waist ignited by the stars.

I would like to see you again,
look into your eyes, I would like to.
Steal you inside the guitar
towards the time of wood.

When this zamba sings to you,
in the night, alone, remember,
watching the moon die,
how long and sad the absence is.