La Bandeña
Los Chalchaleros
The Woman from La Banda
Because I want to ask you
To understand me, my beautiful woman from La Banda
Since dawn, here I am
Waiting for you to come
I have built a shack
On the high hill, on the high hill:
Cage of this singer
Who sings for your love
On a post, all my hopes swing
And I am waiting for you
My beautiful white dove
In your clear eyes
I want to see myself, I want to see myself
To see in their depths
And know if you will love me
My sadness at not seeing you
Nothing makes me happy, oh my woman from La Banda!
Instead, when you are here
My sorrows turn into flowers
