Subo Subo
Mercedes Sosa
I Climb, I Climb
I go to the high hills
To cry alone far away
To see if the pain stabs
I climb, I climb
The ranches were left behind
The clouds very close
Already there
To see if the pain stabs
I climb, I climb
I burn the sorrows at the pace
My mule is prettier than me
Wild the afternoon, dies
I climb, I climb, I climb, I climb
