Añorando

I am in a distant land
And a sorrow dominates me
When I remember the place
My place of Salavina

My little riverside ranch
My little mortar for grinding
My lovely little flock
And my sheepdog

My guitar companion
In its little linen case
Hanging on a nail
Next to my leather bed

Morning of early morning
And if my dark horse feels like it
With a full gallop
I return to Salavina

Coolness of carob trees
Shade of the eaves
How many afternoons I've spent
Listening to those old vidaleros

Coos of doves
Coming from the neighboring hill
And a song that flows
Swiftly along the river

The moon looks like a patay
Tucu-tucu go the stars
Little mint plants
Scent the path

Morning of early morning
And if my dark horse feels like it
With a full gallop
I return to Salavina