Alma Lojana
Mélida Jaramillo
Lojan Soul
On the banks of the Zamora, so beautiful
With green willow groves, calm
Countryside of my land, cheerful
Little house of my parents, my love
Sadness of memories, they kill me
Little house of my parents, my love
On the banks of the Zamora
How my heart longs for you
On the banks of the Zamora
How my heart longs for you
Cruel fate
Today in strange lands
Over the seas of affliction
Cruel fate
Among the dense waves
My pain goes sailing alone
Oh, pain
Where is the mother
The good old lady, all sweetness?
Oh, pain
Where is the charm
Of that first fervent love?
When you return
Crying disappointments
In search of a bosom
Where to sob
Perhaps death
Will have ended everything
Strange beings
Will inhabit my Loja
Only the Zamora
Will cry with me
