Canto Al Viento

(Song)

May no one know my sorrow
may no one hear me lament...
my life is like the sand
the wind plays with the sand.

I walk alone through the hill
to Chucuma
you see how tired I am,
white moon.

White snows of my sierra
cold moon
how long it becomes on earth,
my agony.

Sad flute of the wind
the lament goes through the sand