Montañas Mías
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
My Mountains
Oh, among the brush
Of my mountains
Singing among the flowers
I watch the suns go by
Then at sunset
Under the eaves
The white peaks of the hill
Turn a rosy hue
Man, it’s beautiful to see the mountains
Casting shade on the land
When the Moon looks down
And you let your hair down
In our little cabin, my girl
In the calm night
That God blesses
The shadows fade away
So the Moon can shine
How my sorrows fade
When I see her
In the sweet caress
Of her dark little eyes
That’s why I sing
At the foot of the hill
This mountain song
Made with sparks of fire
Notes of traditional cuecas
That put the soul into a verse
