Los Chalchaleros — Zamba de un Triste song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Zamba de un Triste" by Los Chalchaleros.
Lyrics
Al cantar del crespín
en la tarde ardida, cobriza y azul,
llorará la zamba,
librando en el aire palomas de sueño y de luz.
Y mi voz surgirá
viva en la madera de mi guitarra,
cadera de mujer
tocando el herido destierro de mi soledad.
Muero al amanecer
solo,
tristezas del crespín
silbando bagualas
al centro del clima me voy.
Volveré, sombra ya,
a besar el dulce calor de tu piel.
Floración virginal,
carne de los jazmines, lunares del amanecer.
Soledad, del querer,
lo que me desvela la sangre de amor.
Y partir con el sol
sombra de la tierra desnuda, nocturna y final.
Lyrics translation
When singing the barberry
in the burning evening, copper and blue,
the zamba will cry,
hovering in the air pigeons of sleep and light.
And my voice will rise
live on the wood of my guitar,
women's hip
touching the wounded exile of my loneliness.
I die at dawn
only,
sorrows of the barberry
whistling baguas
I'm going to the center of the weather.
I'll be back, shadow already,
to kiss the sweet warmth of your skin.
Virgin flowering,
Jasmine flesh, sunrise moles.
Loneliness, of wanting,
which reveals to me the blood of love.
And leave with the sun
shadow of the naked, nocturnal and final Earth.