Montañas Mías

Ay, among the thorn trees of my mountains
Singing among the flowers, I watch the suns passing by
Singing among the flowers, I watch the suns passing by

Then at dusk under the eaves
The white peaks of the hill turn red
The white peaks of the hill turn red

Gee, how beautiful to see the mountain range
Casting shadows on the land when the Moon looks at it
And undoes her braids in the little ranch my girl

In the serene night that God blesses
The shadows dissipate so the Moon can shine

How my sorrows fade away when I see her
In the sweet caress of her eyes so black
In the sweet caress of her eyes so black

That's why I sing to her at the foot of the hill
This mountain song made with sparks of fire
Notes of folk dances that put the soul into a verse