Montañas Mías

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