Las Lomitas Yo Te Nombro

I find myself far from my homeland
And I want to sing these verses
To my homeland that I long for
Lomitas of my memories

Like the Crespín of the mountains
Lomitas, I sing to you like this
This humble chacarera
So you don't hear my crying

I long for those mornings
When the sun is rising
Chaguarales and tunales
Leaves are blooming

Las Lomitas I name you
Even though my voice fails me
Sorrows are drowning me
And my heart sings to you

Longings that I have
Blossom in my guitar
Evenings of coyuyos
Afternoons full of cicadas

Looking on the horizon
When the evening approaches
The customs of my homeland
Gallop through my blood

I don't have a beautiful voice
To sing to you about my land
But my heart wants
To sing you this chacarera