Guitarrero Soy

(zamba)

I come to sing my song
in the sweet sunset
like the flower of the cactus
reborn in my heart
the paleness of your love.

Old walnut box
bound to my suffering
like a star at birth
my tune wants to learn
and cry through the night.

Chorus

I'm a guitar player and in your sleepless nights
I want to sing and sing
because the moon passing by
seems to remember
a long-lost sugarcane field.

The night and the moonlit shadow
want to echo my song
and even the dreaming nightingale
tears its heart apart
leaving its love to the wind.

And if one day I leave
and can't come back
all night as it falls
my singing will bloom
growing in my guitar strumming.