Añorando

I'm in distant lands and a sorrow's got me down
When I think of my hometown, my Salavina town

From my riverside ranch, my little mortar's there
My pretty little flock and my shepherd dog with care

My guitar, my companion, with its canvas cover tight
Hanging on a nail next to my bed made just right

Morning of the morning, if my horse gets a spark
With a steady gallop, I’ll head back to Salavina, hark

Coolness of the carob trees, shade from the eaves
Oh, how I’ve listened to the old men’s tales in the leaves!

The cooing of the doves comes from the nearby hill
And a song that flows along with the river's thrill

The moon looks like a patay, twinkling stars in the night
Herbs of pennyroyal scent the path just right

Morning of the morning, if my horse gets a spark
With a steady gallop, I’ll head back to Salavina, hark