La Sitiera
Omara Portuondo
The Country Girl
The Country Girl
My country girl,
tell me what you have done
with our sweet home,
Cradle that once
was the joy
of every seat.
Tears shed the country
that tends to desolate,
(Tears shed desolate,)
And it's because I don't see you
queen, that one day
you were from that place.
The goldfinch has already left,
from that leafy carob tree,
and even the jobo bush
shows us sorrow,
Because the Country Girl has left
And I, in love, cry for her love,
and it is for the country
as if it were a day
missing the sun.
The goldfinch has already left, from that leafy carob tree...
Come, country girl, please,
come back to my retreat,
and we will enjoy love
to the sound of the timple and the güiro.
Come, Country Girl, please,
Come back to my retreat,
And we will enjoy love
To the sound of the timple and the güiro.
