Текст и перевод песни Horacio Guarany - Zambita Del Musiquero

Zambita Del Musiquero

En esas noches por manogasta
Cuando la luna se quiere machar

Le rova los montes zambita de antaño
Que viejos violineros solian tocar

Le rova los montes zambita de antaño
Que viejos violineros solian tocar

Te juro bonbo que si mañana
Con tu regreso cantamos los dos

Bailaran los viejos sintiendose changos
Cuando mi pago humilde le cante con vos

Bailaran los viejos sintiendose changos
Cuando mi pago humilde le cante con vos

(Estrbillo)
Zambita que traes cantares de aller
Sembrando misquila de alpas

Canten vidaleros toque violineros
Que la mano gasteña no seay escapar

Canten vidaleros toque violineros
Que la mano gasteña no seay de escapar

A veses pienso por donde fueron
Las zambas viejas que supe aprender
Esas que mi abuelo en quitchua cantaba
Con coro de coyullos al atardeser

Esas que mi abuelo en quitchua cantaba
Con coro de coyullos al atardeser

Si en los cenderos
Mi luz se apaga
No creas tierra
Que no eh de volver

Junto con el canto
Dolido del monte
Del braso por la noche
Te recorrere

Junto con el canto
Dolido del monte
Del braso por la noche
Te recorrere

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Little Song of the Musician

In those nights by Manogasta
When the moon wants to hide away

You're stealing the mountains, little song of yesteryear
That old violinists used to play

You're stealing the mountains, little song of yesteryear
That old violinists used to play

I swear, my drum, that if tomorrow
When you return, we'll sing together

The elders will dance, feeling young again
When my humble town sings to you

The elders will dance, feeling young again
When my humble town sings to you

(Chorus)
Little song, you bring melodies from the past
Sowing nostalgia from the highlands

Sing, minstrels; play, violinists
May the Andean hand never escape

Sing, minstrels; play, violinists
May the Andean hand never escape

Sometimes I wonder where they went
The old songs that I learned
Those that my grandfather sang in Quechua
With a chorus of nightingales at dusk

Those that my grandfather sang in Quechua
With a chorus of nightingales at dusk

If on the paths
My light fades
Do not believe, my land,
That I will not return

Together with the song,
Sad from the mountains,
By your side at night
I will travel you

Together with the song,
Sad from the mountains,
By your side at night
I will travel you

(Chorus)