Como Flor Del Campo

I am just the rumor
Of the river among the rocks
For being as I am
The country folks play me gently
For being as I am
The country folks play me gently

I walked around
Wrapped in a thousand scarves
I knew how to listen
And learn from the old folks' songs
I knew how to listen
And learn from the old folks' songs

I will always dance
With my people's collar
Humbly to give
My loving air in cacharpayas
I am zambita
Like a field flower, very simple

How beautiful it is to sing
When the heart commands it
The feeling
Is not a bird nesting in the throat
The feeling
Is not a bird nesting in the throat

Goodbye, I'm leaving
Towards the trenches
To the carnival
Where sorrows die
To the carnival
Where sorrows die

I will always dance
With my people's collar
Humbly to give
My loving air in cacharpayas
I am zambita
Like a field flower, very simple