Alla En La Sierra
(Zamba)
Cuando por ahí me fui
las cabras a pastorear
al aire de las abras
tu nombre bueno le oí rezar.
Y me dio por volver
mi caballo a reventar
celoso de aquel aire,
que tu recuerdo rozó al pasar.
Te hallé en la soledad
más linda al trabajar
cosiendo los trapitos
para la guagua
que me has de dar.
Si a1 aire yo perdí
cuando jui mozo y cantor
al aire de mi tierra
allá en la sierra me dio tu amor. .
Me dio con tu querer,
la juerza pa' trabajar,
y este coraje de hombre
que con tu nombre aprendió a rezar.
Te miro junto a mí
más linda al guachipiar
los trapo del guagüita
que Dios, es güeno y nos quiso dar.
There in the Sierra
(Zamba)
When I went there
To herd the goats
In the mountain air
I heard your good name being prayed.
And I felt like returning
My horse almost bursting
Jealous of that air,
That your memory brushed as it passed by.
I found you in the most beautiful solitude
Working diligently
Sewing the little clothes
For the baby
That you will give me.
If I lost myself in the air
When I was young and a singer
In the air of my land
There in the sierra your love gave me.
It gave me with your love,
The strength to work,
And this courage of a man
That learned to pray with your name.
I see you next to me
More beautiful while working
The baby's clothes
That God, who is good, wanted to give us.