Bajabas de La Montaña

You came down from the mountain, naive and pure peasant
And the path was carpeted at the sight of your beauty
The birds that greeted the morning in the mountains
Peeked out onto the road to see you, mountain girl

You came down from the mountain, naive and pure peasant
And the path was carpeted at the sight of your beauty
The birds that greeted the morning in the mountains
Peeked out onto the road to see you, mountain girl

And the landscape was more beautiful, and the fountain more joyful
And the breeze that kissed your forehead was fresher
And the landscape was more beautiful, and the fountain more joyful
And the breeze that kissed your forehead was fresher

A blackbird that got drunk on the liquor of blackberries
Saw you, started to sing, and lost track of time
Only I, in my little ranch where my life ended for you
Didn't get to see the glory of the bright morning

And the landscape was more beautiful, and the fountain more joyful
And the breeze that kissed your forehead was fresher
And the landscape was more beautiful, and the fountain more joyful
And the breeze that kissed your forehead was fresher