Zamba Adentro
Los Chalchaleros
Inside Zamba
(Zamba)
I'm going to look for autumn
I'm going with the wind to sing,
I leave my heart in your veins
star that I loved in the sea.
Telling the night your name
to live your tenderness, woman,
moon that waters the loneliness
I would like to see your eyes.
Will my pain be a guitar?
Will my chest be a baguala?
Little eyes of mountain water
flowing down the ravine,
with the morning star I will return
seeking the dawn.
Looking at the wheat fields, life
to feel the morning grow,
I will walk playing with your hair
dove calling you.
Returning in time made zamba
returning like the dawn again,
when the silence leaves me behind
shading the sunset.
Will my pain be a guitar?
Will my chest be a baguala?
Little eyes of mountain water
flowing down the ravine,
with the morning star I will return
seeking the dawn.
