Niña Serrana
Que será en esta tarde invernal
de mi niña serrana de ayer
recostada en el cielo la vi
se perdio en su pañuelo la gris despedida.
Ya no quise volver a mirar
calle abajo al galope me hundí
un silbido de intento arranque
pero alla su pañuelo volve me decía.
Estribillo
Cuántas veces buscando el recuerdo
de esas tardes junto al río
he pensado en volver mi serrana de ayer
pero nunca tal vez volveré.
He pensado en volver mi serrana de ayer
pero nunca tal vez volveré.
Años mozos ya nunca jamás
jugueteando en el río los dos
unas ansias de puro candor
mi mirarte y tu risa serrana querida.
Y una flor en tu pelo al volver
inocente regalo de amor
te quedaba tan linda no sé
que de gusto cantaba serrana querida.
Mountain Girl
What will be on this winter afternoon
of my mountain girl from yesterday
lying in the sky I saw her
she got lost in her gray farewell handkerchief.
I didn't want to look back
down the street I sank at a gallop
a whistle of an attempt to start
but there her handkerchief was calling me back.
Chorus
How many times looking for the memory
of those evenings by the river
I have thought of returning my mountain girl from yesterday
but maybe I will never return.
I have thought of returning my mountain girl from yesterday
but maybe I will never return.
Young years never again
playing by the river the two of us
a yearning of pure candor
my looking at you and your beloved mountain girl laughter.
And a flower in your hair upon return
innocent gift of love
it looked so beautiful on you I don't know
that I sang with joy my beloved mountain girl.
Escrita por: Ernesto Cabeza