La Añera [English translation]

Where is my heart

That left chasing hope?

I am afraid that the night

May also leave me soulless

I am afraid that the night

May also leave me soulless

Where is the little dove

That was crying at dawn?

It went far away, leaving

Its tears on my chest.

It went far away, leaving

Its tears on my chest.

When one leaves one's home

And one starts up on the winding paths

The horse pulls forward

And one's soul pulls back

The horse pulls foward

And one's soul pulls back

I have a very old sadness,

It is useless to throw it out,

And because it's a long-lasting one,

I have named it the Age-Old One

Where are my hopes,

Where are my joys?

The Age-Old One is that kind sadness,

And it is my only company.

The Age-Old One is that kind sadness,

And it is my only company.

When one leaves one's home

And one starts up on the winding paths

The horse pulls forward

And one's soul pulls back

The horse pulls forward

And one's soul pulls back