Zamba de Usted

I don’t know if this
Zamba will reach you
Under the stars it goes through the night
Searching for the little town where I left it

To hear once more
The little tune of your voice
Girl with olive-colored eyes
I’ll go after the zamba, a love rosemary

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

To your town I will go
I’ll arrive when the sun dies
In messages of moon and dreams
To see my girl if I’m not forgotten

I’m the one who followed
Your wandering trail and today
Returns to your olive groves
Bringing just a little of your poor song