Zamba del cantor enamorado [English translation]

The old Cosquin river

Was the calm witness of a disillusion

That a singing guitarman

Suffered in the sand

When the sun setted.

The countrymen of there tell

That in a dawn his song was heard

It was a love cry

That sprouted from his chest

And it remained in the hills.

I want to see you again

in a January evening;

If you return you'll find me

at the Cosquin shore

with my singuing guitar;

And in my lips you'll feel

That is still lasting the love

That you left when you left.

Love has those things,

It even aches to think about them

When you start to like it

Like spring water

It starts to get away alone.

Sometime passing by

The old river in a starry night,

You might listen

The coplas that from the singer

Were born from a pain.