Canción Del Carretero

The Sun sets on the hills
The swallows have returned
And through the paths of the green countryside
A cart driver is singing

Soul of my soul, how I cried
Under this sun-filled sky
When you waved at the gate
Your handkerchief saying goodbye

Oh little country girl, come back to my love
Without you, my life cannot be
The honeysuckles have withered
And the larks no longer sing

Oh little country girl, come back to my love
The house is lonely without you
And among the willows, the backwater weeps
Because your lips no longer sing

The Sun has set on the hills
While the evening is dying
And so, singing, goes the cart driver
Through the misfortunes of his song