Zamba de La Distancia
Mercedes Sosa
Zamba of The Distance
The distance goes with me
Like a long journey
Hard Zonda horizon and sky
Course of stone and sand
Where will I go, where will it go
With me to suffer?
Moon far away, only eye
From the immensity
Where this zamba song hurts
With pure whistle and loneliness
Where will it go, where will I go
Alone to sing?
The zamba is like a path
Distance inside, destiny of walking
Enchanting handkerchiefs
In the slow fire of the dusty ground
When silence grows on it
The mouth of the town starts to sing
My guitar rises in the air
Clouded with song
Sleeping walnut, verse and wood
The river of the voice looks for me
I will sing, it will sing
Moon and heart
I am naming the distance
Where the sun digs
The dark well of the distant
The burnt skin of the salt
It will sing, I will sing
Wind and sand
