Niña Serrana

What will be on this winter afternoon
of my mountain girl from yesterday
lying in the sky I saw her
she got lost in her gray farewell handkerchief.

I didn't want to look back
down the street I sank at a gallop
a whistle of an attempt to start
but there her handkerchief was calling me back.

Chorus
How many times looking for the memory
of those evenings by the river
I have thought of returning my mountain girl from yesterday
but maybe I will never return.
I have thought of returning my mountain girl from yesterday
but maybe I will never return.

Young years never again
playing by the river the two of us
a yearning of pure candor
my looking at you and your beloved mountain girl laughter.

And a flower in your hair upon return
innocent gift of love
it looked so beautiful on you I don't know
that I sang with joy my beloved mountain girl.