La Sitiera

My Sitiera, tell me what you've done
with our sweet home,
The cradle that once
was the joy of that place.

Tears are falling from the sitiera,
that tends to bring despair,
(Tears are falling, bringing despair,)
And it's because I can't see you, queen,
who once belonged to that place.

The goldfinch has flown away,
from that lush carob tree,
and even the jobo tree
shows signs of sorrow,
For the Sitiera has left
And I'm in love, crying for her love,
and for the sitiera,
it's like a day missing the sun.

The goldfinch has flown away,
from that lush carob tree...

Come, sitiera, please,
come back to my retreat,
and we'll enjoy love
to the sound of the timple and the güiro.

Come, sitiera, please,
come back to my retreat,
and we'll enjoy love
to the sound of the timple and the güiro.