Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zamba A Monteros, artist - Mercedes Sosa. Album song Para Cantar He Nacido, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music Argentina
Song language: Spanish
Zamba A Monteros(original) |
A ella que le gusta que todos la nombren |
Con una guitarra y un bombo legüero |
A ella que le gusta que le enciendan coplas |
Por eso te nombra mi canto Monteros |
A ella que me viera de chango mirando |
Al ingenio tibio corazon de hierro |
A ella que las cañas la visten de verde |
Por eso te nombro en mi canto Monteros |
Y mas dulce que tus guarapos |
Son las niñas que hay en tu pueblo |
Se que por tus venas de azucar despierta |
Toda la alegria mi linda Monteros |
A ella que el poeta la vio tempranera |
Tarareando duendes de vinos pateros |
Y dejo en su cielo la rosa galana |
Por eso te nombra mi canto Monteros |
A ella que en noviembre le pide a los grillos |
Otra vez el canto del hombre zafrero |
A ella que le gusta que le enciendan coplas |
Por eso te nombra mi canto Monteros |
Y mas dulce que tus guarapos |
Son las niñas que hay en tu pueblo |
Se que por tus venas de azucar despierta |
Toda la alegria mi linda Monteros |
(translation) |
She who likes everyone to name her |
With a guitar and a legüero bass drum |
She who likes to be turned on by couplets |
That's why my song Monteros names you |
To her that she saw me as a monkey looking |
To the lukewarm heart of iron |
To her that her canes dress her in green |
That's why I name you in my song Monteros |
And sweeter than your guarapos |
They are the girls in your town |
She knows that through your sugar veins she wakes up |
All the joy my beautiful Monteros |
She that the poet saw early |
Humming pateros wine goblins |
And I leave the galana rose in her sky |
That's why my song Monteros names you |
To her who in November asks the crickets |
Again the song of the sugarcane man |
She who likes to be turned on by couplets |
That's why my song Monteros names you |
And sweeter than your guarapos |
They are the girls in your town |
I know that through your sugar veins you wake up |
All the joy my beautiful Monteros |