La Compañera [English translation]

In this zamba is born again, the past memory

and this loneliness that I can't understand.

All the joy of knowing that you were mine

I'll never have it again.

The glory of your love is gone forever

by that road, where it won't return.

I have no consolation, when I stay awake,

without caressing your skin.

In the loneliness of my poor soul,

I will sing to remember you

and I'll walk, without having

a consolation for my pain.

You'll return someday, my partner,

blood of my heart.

I see you in the landscape, where you are with God

and I ask restlessly to the heaven's altar:

to take my destiny, by that road,

where I can find you again.

The magic of your charm shines on my sorrow,

if the crying blooms in the shadows of my walking,

when your prescence comes, after the absence,

in my nights by sounding.