La Llamadora

(Zamba)

I go braided thin a whistle
Then a verse I start to weave
I feel like strumming then I start to sing
And zamba form dominates my ear

To the girl I loved in other times
The reunion in the tuning fork
Becomes emotion again, my heart is kissed
And between bitter and sad my accent remains

Messenger of all I treasure
The sound cave of a soul will be
My dream that goes, as I would roll
Through those six directions in my guitar

There's something I would like to achieve
The hope that finally gave me
That hint of goodbye that breaks in my voice
And my lover cries cerrera coplita

It makes me want it and at the same time unsettles me
The memories that live in me
That's why like this, in songs I gave
My soul as a singer, my passion as a poet