Zamba de Los Humildes

Zamba for them to sing
The humble ones from my land
If we have to wait for hope
It's better to wait while singing.

Born in the taverns
Where the shout raises its flame
Its song of long moon
Knows about sowing and water

Like a song of the land
This zamba must be sung
Sister of the humble ones
Sower of hopes
Raised root of blood
From the depth of the guitar

My town always sings it
As if it were an absence
The face buried in the chest
Until seeing the sorrow

A heart on the road
From its song it returns
To awaken the destiny
That the town carries in its chest

Like a song of the land
This zamba must be sung
Sister of the humble ones
Sower of hopes
Raised root of blood
From the depth of the guitar