El Cerro de Huinora

In a corner of the sierra very close to Huinora,
Everything has been ending, people cry of sorrow.
Some houses are empty, their inhabitants have left,
Some were from cities, others lost in the valley.
Many fortunes came out of those hills of cibreñalez,
Now enjoyed by new rich in the big cities.
That Sunday hill of blue and avilez of the Perez landowners just before '33.
Music, park, and beer were abundant in the place, profits for merchants and the occasional military.
The alisoz dried up, splintered by bullets,
How many lives were taken, oh Lord, how many failures.
That ranch of San Felix, Misiopa, and El Frijolar, orphans, mothers, and widows, who will never forget,
Goodbye Hill of Huinora, ravaged by the winds, you witnessed it all, good times will come back.