Romance Para Mis Tardes Amarillas

When destiny takes me away
By other footprints one day
When the desire to walk takes me away
From my yellow afternoons
I will carry baggage
Of hidden sorrows
And loneliness of distances
Embedded in my pupils

How I will miss then
The warmth of native lands
How I will feel the absence
Of my yellow afternoons
In the mirrors of dams
Where the moon is reflected
And sad weeping willows
Whisper in the ditches

Afternoons that hold mysteries
Of cardon in their edges
And flights of black thrushes
Seeking flowery tuscas
Dark axes of forests
Sunken in their backs
And black tweezers of jumes
In a shining of salt flats

Afternoons with dark circles
Blue with distances
Tired freight carts
Squeaking on the tracks
Words of north wind
Bitter with jarillas
And whistles of partridges
In the hidden hills

Oh! When a dream takes me away
From my yellow afternoons
I will be accompanied by the mournful songs
Of the urpilas
Vidalas of long absences
Singing my farewell
And loneliness of quimiles
Made goodbye in their thorns

How I will miss then
The warmth of land and life
How I will feel the absence
Of my yellow afternoons
While the distant legüeros drums
Extend from afar
And the yajnarcas intercept me
Sensing my departure