Zamba Del Negro Alegre

The zamba of the happy black man
Who wants to dance it with me
Carnivaling in the air
He went with his little handkerchief
Like a little dove
Wanting to fly.

From Salta comes this zamba
And wants to return to Salta
Where the spurs
When I'm dancing it
They keep tapping
Crying for a love.

How many dear memories
Come back to my loneliness
Carnivaling in the air
He went with his little handkerchief
Like a little dove
Wanting to fly.

How beautiful it is to sing the zamba
That we sang yesterday
Knowing that your eyes
Will be watching me closely
They will be rejoicing
To see me arrive.

I want to have the hope
To see you in Salta again
And when I feel
That I'm dying
The feeling will remain
In my heart.