La Montaña

The mountain lies wounded
And up high in the hills
There’s no scent of the earth
Nor does life turn green again

Memories slip my mind
The path to my home
And fleeting time passes me by
Without finding in my thoughts
The truth of my present
Or what my body holds

My machete's hanging
Up high on the beam
Old, sad, and troubled
It waits for my feeble hand

My thoughts turn into a dream
As I search for meaning
I’m dying as I wander
In the absence of my being
I can hardly believe
What’s happening to me

So my life slips away
Among the paths of weeping
Letting my heartbreak
Hide deep within

Though it’s hard to understand who I am
Not waiting, I’m leaving
In search of my past
That which I’ve forgotten, and I long for so much

(Emmanuel) listen to this, it’s for you

(Carmen Nydia) we’re heading to the mountain

(Emmanuel) say it!

Look how beautiful it is
(The mountain)
I have a cabin there
(The mountain)
I don’t know what’s going on
(The mountain)
With my lovely mountain
(The mountain)
The rooster doesn’t crow
(The mountain)
The sugarcane isn’t planted anymore
(The mountain)
I feel lonely and sad
(The mountain)
Because my mountain cries
(The mountain)
Because my mountain cries
(The mountain)

The mountain!

I no longer see my village
When I finally throw myself down
And run through the beaten path
To reach the watering hole

Neither the cow nor the ox
Grazes in the cove
There’s no pitirre in the thicket
To sing to me
Nor a rooster to wake me
Early in the morning