Ojitos Provincianos
Miguel Aceves Mejía
Provincial Eyes
How beautiful the afternoon is
It's not cold, nor hot.
Beautiful to go for a walk
With the owner of my love.
Every time I go to see her
Her sorrow grows.
Because of my love
They start scolding her.
How beautiful is my country girl
With her provincial eyes.
It's a shame that none of her brothers
Love me.
Don't worry my little light
Don't give in to sadness
What matters to us
Is how much we love each other.
You will tell your parents
Not to scold you.
Because you are leaving with me
And they will be left crying.
I already have your little house
Near the big cornfield.
I also have my oxen
Which are my parents' inheritance.
