Zamba de Usted

I don't know if it will be possible
This zamba to reach you
Under the stars it goes at night
Looking for the little town where I left it

To hear once again
The little tune of your voice
Girl with eyes the color of olives
I will go after the zamba, rosemary of love

This zamba is for you
I made it with nostalgia of skin and voice
When you hear it
Grown in shadows
Remember me a little, how far away I am

To your town I will go
I will arrive when the Sun dies
In messengers of Moon and dream
To see my girl if I haven't forgotten

I am the one who followed
In your wandering footsteps and today
Returns to your olive grove lands
Bringing just a little of his poor song