La Añera

(Zamba)

Where is my heart,
that went after hope?
I'm afraid that the night
will also leave me soulless.

I'm afraid that the night
will also leave me soulless.

Where is the little dove,
that cried at dawn?
She went far away, leaving
her tears on my chest.

She went far away, leaving
her tears on my chest.

When one leaves the homeland
and starts to climb,
the horse pulls forward
and the soul pulls back.

the horse pulls forward
and the soul pulls back.

I have an old sorrow;
it's useless to throw it away.
And since it's a lasting sorrow,
I've called it 'the añera'.

And since it's a lasting sorrow,
I've called it 'the añera'.
Where are the hopes?...
Where are the joys?...
The añera is the old sorrow,
and it's my only company.

The añera is the old sorrow.
and it's my only company.

When one leaves the homeland
and starts to climb,
the horse pulls forward,
and the soul pulls back.

the horse pulls forward.
and the soul pulls back.