Guitarrero
Los Chalchaleros
Guitarist
(Zamba)
Guitarist
with your singing
you are filling my soul with light
because your voice
trembles
heart inside the revelry.
Like a dagger
is stuck
the wild cry of the baguala,
and the echo of your heart
drums become the cacharpayas.
If someday time
silences your guitar forever
the wind will go over your dream
breaking jacaranda woods.
Goodbye,
goodbye guitarist
your old path
which way to take.
Son of that old singer
who went to heaven
of the vidalas
in the night stained
with the stars of his guitar.
Don't go guitarist
my soul's light is fading
I want to dawn again,
to die in the cacharpayas.
If someday time
silences your guitar forever
the wind will go over your dream
breaking jacaranda woods.
Goodbye,
goodbye guitarist
your old path
which way to take.
