Cuatro Milpas
La Decima Banda
Four Fields
Four fields are all that’s left
Of the little ranch that was mine, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Of that little house so white and pretty
How sad it is now
The palm trees weep for its absence
The lagoon has dried up, oh, oh, oh, oh!
The wire fence that was in the yard
Has also fallen down
Would you lend me your eyes, my brown-eyed girl?
I carry them in my soul, to see over there
The remnants of that little house
So white and pretty, how sad it is now
The pastures are empty of cattle
Everything is gone, oh, oh, oh, oh!
And there are no doves, no flowers, no scents
It’s all over now
Four fields that I loved so much
Because my mother took care of them, oh, oh, oh, oh!
The workers have all moved on
They left and no one is left
And that’s why I’m sad and alone
That’s why I get really sad and cry
Remembering the happy afternoons
That we spent together in that place
