Текст и перевод песни El Chango Nieto - Zamba Del Cantor Enamorado

Zamba Del Cantor Enamorado

El viejo río Cosquín
Fue el testigo quieto de un desengaño
Que un guitarrero cantor
Sufriera en el arenal
Cuando se escondía el sol
Que un guitarrero cantor
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
Era un lamento de amor
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
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

Zamba Of the Smitten Bard

The old Cosquín river
Was the still witness of a deceit
That a guitar-strumming bard
Suffered on the sandbank
When the sun used to hide
That a guitar-strumming bard
Suffered on the sandbank
When the sun used to hide
Hear tell, countrymen of that place
That his song was first heard one dawning
Lament of love it was
That from his chest did flow
And among the hills remained
Lament of love it was
That from his chest did flow
And among the hills remained
I'd have you come again
One January afternoon
Come back and you'll find me
On Cosquín's bank I'll be
With my singing guitar
And on my lips you'll feel
That love I had when we did part
Oh, my love, how strange a thing
Heartache it brings, just thinking of it
When it first begins to please
As water from a spring
It only leaves one day
When it first begins to please
As water from a spring
It only leaves one day
Some day you'll pass once more
Along the ancient river
On a starlit night
Perhaps you'll hear then
The verses of the bard
Whose pain gave them birth
Perhaps you'll hear then
The verses of the bard
Whose pain gave them birth
I'd have you come again
One January afternoon
Come back and you'll find me
On Cosquín's bank I'll be
With my singing guitar
And on my lips you'll feel
That love I had when we did part
Oh, my love, how strange a thing
Heartache it brings, just thinking of it