La Llamadora (part. Raly Barrionuevo)

I'm weaving a thin whistle
Then I start to rhyme
I feel like strumming and I start to sing
And zamba shapes dominate the ear
I feel like strumming and I start to sing
And zamba shapes dominate the ear

The girl I loved in other times
I find her in the tuning
Emotion returns, my heart kisses
And my accent stays between happy and sad
Emotion returns, my heart kisses
And my accent stays between happy and sad

Messenger of all you treasure
You will be the sound cave of my soul
My dream that you will, like me, roam
Through those six paths in the guitar
My dream that you will, like me, roam
Through those six paths in the guitar

There's something I would like to achieve
And that hope finally gave me
This hint of goodbye, breaking in my voice
And crying in my lover's heartfelt verses
This hint of goodbye, breaking in my voice
And crying in my lover's heartfelt verses

It pleases me and at the same time unsettles me
The memories of my homeland in me
That's why I gave him songs
Of a shepherd a lot and a bit of a poet
That's why I gave him songs
Of a shepherd a lot and a bit of a poet

Messenger of all you treasure
You will be the sound cave of my soul
My dream that you will, like me, roam
Through those six paths in the guitar
My dream that you will, like me, roam
Through those six paths in the guitar