La Moza de Los Ojos Tristes

She has sad eyes, a furrowed brow
She's one of the maidens from my town
She has sad eyes, and on her forehead
Memories of youth gather around

Don't ask anymore, where the lads are
Don't ask anymore, where your youth went
She has sad eyes, so beautiful
Dark circles from a dream, without waking up
She has sad eyes, her new hands
That have yet to touch anything

Don't ask anymore, where the lads are
Don't ask anymore, where your youth went
The lads left, tired of waiting
For a new day to come, so they can work
The maidens are sad to see their town
The lads left to find a new home

She has sad eyes seeing the houses
Without the youth that used to plow
She has sad eyes seeing that no one
Returns to the gates of my town
Don't ask anymore, what will be her life
Don't ask anymore, what will be her home

She has sad eyes seeing the fields
So dry because no one tends to them
She has sad eyes crying
Knowing that the lads won't return
Don't ask anymore, what will be her life
Don't ask anymore, what will be her home

The lads left, tired of waiting
For a new day to come, so they can work
The maidens are sad to see their town
The lads left to find a new home