On the side of the channel
When morning comes
The night comes out singing
From Balderrama's house
Inside is all trembling
The drum with the baguala
And it gets disturbed, burning
Sparking the guitar
Bright star, alone
Outbreak of the sunrise
Where are we going to end up
If Balderrama's light turns off
If one starts singing
A coachaman accompanies them
And in every glass of wine
The bright star of the sunrise trembles
Zamba of the dawn
Lullaby of Balderrama
Sings at midnight
Cries at dawning.