Hernan Figueroa Reyes — Zamba Del Cantor Enamorado song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Zamba Del Cantor Enamorado" by Hernan Figueroa Reyes.
Lyrics
El viejo río Cosquín
fue el testigo quieto
de un desengaño,
que un guitarrero cantor
sufriera en el arenal
cuando se escondía el sol.
sufriera en el arenal
cuando se escondía el sol.
Cuentan paisanos de allá
que un amanecer
se escuchó su canto,
era un lamento de amor
que del pecho le brotó
y entre los cerros quedó.
que del pecho le brotó
y entre los cerros quedó.
Quisiera verte volver
en una tarde de enero,
si vuelves me encontrarás
en la orilla del Cosquín
con mi guitarra cantora,
y en mis labios sentirás
que aún perdura el amor
que me dejaste al partir.
(segunda)
Que cosas las del amor
si hasta agarra pena solo pensarlas,
cuando comienza a gustar
como agua de manantial
solo se empieza a alejar.
cuando comienza a gustar
como agua de manantial
solo se empieza a alejar.
Alguna vez al pasar
por el viejo río
en noche estrellada,
quizá puedan escuchar
las coplas que del cantor
nacieran por un dolor.
quizá puedan escuchar
las coplas que del cantor
nacieran por un dolor.
Quisiera verte volver
en una tarde de enero,
si vuelves me encontrarás
en la orilla del Cosquín
con mi guitarra cantora,
y en mis labios sentirás
que aún perdura el amor
que me dejaste al partir.
Lyrics translation
The old Cosquin River
he was the quiet witness
of a disappointment,
that a guitarist singer
suffered in the arenal
when the sun was hiding.
suffered in the arenal
when the sun was hiding.
They tell the villagers there
that a dawn
his singing was heard,
it was a lament of love
that from her breast sprang
and between the hills remained.
that from her breast sprang
and between the hills remained.
I'd like to see you back
on a January afternoon,
if you come back, you'll find me.
on the shore of the Cosquin
with my singing guitar,
and in my lips you will feel
that love still endures
that you left me when you left.
(second)
What things of love
if it even takes pity just to think about them,
when it starts to like
like spring water
it's just starting to move away.
when it starts to like
like spring water
it's just starting to move away.
Ever in passing
by the Old River
in Starry Night,
maybe they can hear
the singer's couplets
they were born out of pain.
maybe they can hear
the singer's couplets
they were born out of pain.
I'd like to see you back
on a January afternoon,
if you come back, you'll find me.
on the shore of the Cosquin
with my singing guitar,
and in my lips you will feel
that love still endures
that you left me when you left.