Luna de Cordoba (Zamba)

Tracking the moon of Achala
Above, in the wind of Cordoba, I go
Searching in my blood for a Zamba
Earthly and warm like the heart

Below, surrounded by valleys
Ancient and asleep in the cereal light
The night of Cordoba pulses
The rugged guitar of immensity

Cordoba moon
Lantern of the threshing floor
Sow me this folk song
Guitar and seed
And in your night you will feel
The sunrise

I passed, like the wind, singing
The dreams hanging in suspense of a better time
I returned, like the wind that returns
Bringing you the pollen of dawn in my voice

At the center of all directions
Who goes homeland inward, will find you
Surrounded by blue rivers
Root of the earth that will flourish

Cordoba moon
Lantern of the threshing floor
Sow me this folk song
Guitar and seed
And in your night you will feel
The sunrise