La Montaña

I seem to be in the desert because I can't find
a single orchard here in the city I wish to be
in the mountain and walk in the morning where the sun rises

I hear the wind say dear friend how sorry I am
and to her tell her that for a while I won't see her

if in a lonely street you see my maria tell her
I'm fine that I'm always thinking of her
remembering how beautiful she is

and to the wind say dear friend how sorry I am ...

and to her tell her that for a while I won't see her

I wish to be in the mountain and walk in the morning where
the sun rises and dream with my guitar leaning
on a branch of an old walnut tree

and to the wind say dear friend how sorry I am ...

and to her tell her that for a while tell her that for a long
time I won't see her