De Aquellos Cerros Vengo
De aquellos cerros vengo, negra querida,
a buscar los despojos del alma mía.
Fresquita y ansiosa yo te la entregué.
Tu la destrozaste, yo no sé por qué.
De aquellos cerros vengo, negra querida...
Este ponchito mío, de tres colores,
me dice que no fíe de tus amores.
Palomita ingrata, me has pagado mal,
córtate las alas, deja de volar...
De aquellos cerros vengo, paloma mía.
From Those Hills I Come
From those hills I come, my dear black woman,
To seek the remains of my soul.
Fresh and eager, I gave it to you.
You destroyed it, I don't know why.
From those hills I come, my dear black woman...
This little poncho of mine, with three colors,
Tells me not to trust your love.
Ungrateful dove, you have repaid me poorly,
Cut your wings, stop flying...
From those hills I come, my dove.