Zamba para no morir [English translation]

My voice will break the evening

Till the echo of yesterday.

I'm getting lonely in the end

Thirsty and sick of walking.

But I keep growing in the sun,

Alive.

It was the old time the flower,

The fruit wood.

Then the axe started to pound,

Seeing it fall, just rolling.

But the tree will turn green again.

New.

When burns in the sky

The daylight, I leave

I'll go with the darkened skin

Screaming hoarse that I'll return

Dispersed in the air to sing

Forever.

My reason doesn't ask for mercy

It is willing to leave.

I'm not scared of the ritual of death

Just sleeping, getting erased.

A story will remember me

Alive.

I see the field, the fruit, the honey

And these desires of love.

Oblivion can't defeat me

Like yesterday always reaching.

In the child one can return

New.