Subo Subo
Me voy a los cerros altos
A llorar a solas lejos
A ver si se apuna el dolor
Subo, subo
Los ranchos quedaron atrás
Las nubes muy cerca
Estan ya
A ver si se apuna el dolor
Subo, subo
Al tranco las penas quemo
Mi mula es más guapa que yo
Donosa la tarde, muere
Subo, subo, subo, subo
I Climb, I Climb
I go to the high hills
To cry alone far away
To see if the pain stabs
I climb, I climb
The ranches were left behind
The clouds very close
Already there
To see if the pain stabs
I climb, I climb
I burn the sorrows at the pace
My mule is prettier than me
Wild the afternoon, dies
I climb, I climb, I climb, I climb