Vallecito

My valley is no longer the same
I saw their skies cloud over
And the flowers are withered
What a love I gave you
From that ancient song
From the clear maternal river
There is nothing left but this crying
That is rolling, meanwhile
Winter is getting sadder

Vallecito de Huaco where I was born
Shadow of the strong grandfather who has already left
I want to return to your old mill
Today I tasted the gall of bitter life

Away from you
Of my affection
Poor me
I spend my time crying over absences
I spend my time crying over absences

When I am overcome by the fatigue of my lost efforts
I must return to the shade of your old groves
To the coolness of my eaves, to the peace of your crops
To the gold of your sunset when it prolongs the afternoon
His agony among the hills
To the hearth of your shepherds aged by winter, among the songs of cowbells
And moans of vihuelas with the "ay!" of the tunes
And in quiet meekness like someone who is falling asleep
I want to die smiling under the light of your sky
Perhaps the pious lean hands close my eyes
From some old Huaqueña, in a poor black shawl
And ancient Christian creed

I sing you Vallecito to remember
Your green alfalfa fields, my garden in bloom
The gold of your wheat, the spring
And the distant star that he reflected

Away from you
Of my affection
Poor me
I spend my time crying over absences
I spend my time crying over absences