La Raqueña

In my hometown of Raco
in the field by the ditch
when sorrows are sown
hope is harvested.

When I pass by
your little ranch, woman from Raco
even if I pass by at a gallop
my dear, give me a sign.

Chorus

In the stone corral
my lasso buzzes
just like my soul buzzes
my dear when I hug you.

I am a tough cowboy
I kill sorrows by singing
just like the cicadas
in the thicket of my field.

When I go to the hill
it feels like I'm climbing to heaven
to find a star, my dear
for your hair.