Añorando

I am in distant lands and a sorrow dominates me
When I remember the place, my place of Salavina

My little riverside ranch; my little mortar
My beautiful flock and my sheepdog

My guitar companion with its little linen case
Hanging on a nail next to my bed of leather straps

Morning, early morning, and if my dark horse feels like it
At full gallop, I return to Salavina

Quivering of carob trees, shadows of the eaves
I have heard, during siestas, the old vidaleros

Streams of turtledoves come from the neighboring hill
And a song that passes by, watching over the river waters

The moon seems like a patay, the stars tucu-tucu
Mint plants scenting the path

Morning, early morning, and if my dark horse feels like it
At full gallop, I return to Salavina