Recuerdos de El Portezuelo

In those early mornings of the Gorge
I would descend the slopes as if nothing
And in a steady pace without getting tired
My brown mule was asking for reins

Passing by the ranch of El Portezuelo
His dark eyes would come out to look at me
I never said anything, but how beautiful
And happily I would give my song to the wind:

I seem like a lot but I'm little
Let's wait and wait
So when I get out of poverty
Vitiday we'll talk

The winds and the years took me far away
What was hope yesterday, today is a memory
I like to corner myself from time to time
To think about the girl from El Portezuelo

What do her eyes see in these times?
My countryman heart stayed with them
I never said anything, but how beautiful
I only have the song for my comfort

I seem like a lot but I'm little
Let's wait and wait
So when I get out of poverty
Vitiday we'll talk

Where is the girl from El Portezuelo?
Are her dark eyes sad or happy?
I never said anything, but how beautiful
I feel a bittersweet sweetness when I remember