Chamamezito

A gentle, ornate chamamé
Springs from the accordion like a breath of breeze
Perhaps a current finding its quiet pool
Where the water's fury rests and softens

Then it gathers strength like a whirlpool
Kissing the bank and flowing down the river
Not understanding when in its fate
It is sad to arrive and happy leaving

A little chamamé, a soul that echoes within
Silently with its cadence
In its droplets, fine mist falls
Watering nuances, blooming desires

Herds of wild horses running free
Waving their manes over the grasslands
Thunders of hooves that awaken life
When the heart comes to the fingertips

Herds of wild horses running free
Waving their manes over the grasslands
Thunders of hooves that awaken life
When the heart comes to the fingertips

A little chamamé refines the dance
Of the most beautiful girl twirling her dress
Coloring grace with a painted smile
And enlivening the fire in captivated eyes

There are sparks of sun and flashes of the moon
Calm of the night, the heat of the day
Spell of witches riding bare
On winged steeds across the endless sky

A little chamamé, sighs of islands
Grumble of bellows, a sound that entices
Songs of the field, that chamamé women
Leap onto the back of some spirited horse

And when the work finally unharnesses
To have some maté near a little ranch
The world is more a world on a battery radio
That replays life in a little chamamé

And when the work finally unharnesses
To have some maté near a little ranch
The world is more a world on a battery radio
That replays life in a little chamamé