Текст и перевод песни Horacio Banegas - Zambita de Allá

Zambita de Allá

Introduccion
Cancion de los santiageños,
Son las vidalas, son las vidalas,
La chacarera y la zamba,
Que bien las bailan, que bien las bailan,
La chacarera y la zamba,
Que bien las bailan, que bien las bailan,
Cuando se prenden al bombo,
No lo sueltan mas,
No lo sueltan mas,
De aro y cuero se acompañan,
Por ay hay un grito WIJAJAJA,
De aro y cuero se acompañan,
Por ay hay un grito WIJAJAJA,
Zamba, gato y chacareras, Chinitas para bailar,
Varias tinajas de haloja, yo les aseguro jamas faltatran,
Y un corazon Santiageño, yo les aseguro jamas faltara...

Segunda Parte...

Cuando muere un Santiageño, nadie les llora,
Nadie les llora,
Le cantan una vidala,
Se va la gloria, se va la gloria,
Le cantan una vidala,
Se va la gloria, se va la gloria,
No repican las campanas,
Y el wiñas da flor, y el wiñas da flor,
Solo los bombos del pago parecen llorar con su tontonton,
Solo los bombos del pago parecen llorar con su tontonton,
Zamba, gato y chacareras, Chinitas para bailar,

Varias tinajas de haloja, yo les aseguro jamas faltatran,
Y un corazon Santiageño, yo les aseguro jamas faltara,

FIN.

Woman from Those Lands

Introduction
Song of the people of Santiago,
They are the vidalas, they are the vidalas,
The chacarera and the zamba,
How well they dance them, how well they dance them,
The chacarera and the zamba,
How well they dance them, how well they dance them,
When they light up the drum,
They never let it go,
They never let it go,
They accompany themselves with hoop and leather,
Over there there is a cry of WIJAJAJA,
They accompany themselves with hoop and leather,
Over there there is a cry of WIJAJAJA,
Zamba, gato and chacareras, Little girls to dance with,
Various jugs of haloja, I assure you they will never be lacking,
And a heart from Santiago, I assure you it will never be lacking...

Second Part...

When a man from Santiago dies, no one mourns them,
No one mourns them,
They sing them a vidala,
The glory is gone, the glory is gone,
They sing them a vidala,
The glory is gone, the glory is gone,
The bells do not ring,
And the wiñas flower, and the wiñas flower,
Only the drums of the countryside seem to weep with their tontonton,
Only the drums of the countryside seem to weep with their tontonton,
Zamba, gato and chacareras, Little girls to dance with,

Various jugs of haloja, I assure you they will never be lacking,
And a heart from Santiago, I assure you it will never be lacking,

END.