Текст и перевод песни Los Nocheros - Zamba del Cantor Enamorado

Zamba del Cantor Enamorado

El viejo río Cosquín
Fue 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
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 pensarla
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

Si alguna vez al pasar
Por el viejo río en noche estrellada
Quizás puedan escuchar
Las coplas que del cantor
Nacieron por un dolor
Quizás puedan escuchar
Las coplas que del cantor
Nacieron 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 Enamored Singer

The old Cosquín River
Was a silent witness to a heartbreak
That a singing guitarist
Suffered on the sandbank
As the sun was setting
That a singing guitarist
Suffered on the sandbank
As the sun was setting

Country folks from there say
That one dawn his song was heard
It was a lament of love
That sprang from his chest
And remained among the hills
It was a lament of love
That sprang from his chest
And remained among the hills

I'd like to see you return
On a January afternoon
If you return, you'll find me
On the banks of the Cosquín
With my singing guitar
And on my lips you'll feel
That the love still endures
That you left me when you left

Such are the things of love
It even hurts just to think about it
When it begins to please
Like spring water
It only begins to fade away
When it begins to please
Like spring water
It only begins to fade away

If sometime, passing by
The old river on a starry night
Perhaps you may hear
The verses that from the singer
Were born from a sorrow
Perhaps you may hear
The verses that from the singer
Were born from a sorrow

I'd like to see you return
On a January afternoon
If you return, you'll find me
On the banks of the Cosquín
With my singing guitar
And on my lips you'll feel
That the love still endures
That you left me when you left