Four cornfields are all that have remained
Of the little ranch that was mine, alas!
Of that little house, so white and pretty
The sad thing that it is
The paddocks are without cattle
The lake dried up, alas!
The wire fence that was on the patio
Also fell down
You would lend me your eyes, brunette
I carry them in my soul, that would look there,
The remains of that little house
So white and pretty, the sad thing that it is
The crops remained lost
Everything is over, alas!
And now there are no doves, nor flowers nor aromas
Now everything is finished.
The palm trees grieve over your absence
The lake dried up, alas!
The piebald mules and muleteers
All went away and no one remained
And because of that I am sad, brunette
Because of that, I am so sad I want to cry
Remembering the happy afternoons
That we two passed in that place.