Canción de los Andes

In the heights of the mountains
There is a poor ranch
An old lady every afternoon
Cries and sighs like this
Life is sad like this
I want to die better

The faithful rondador's notes sound
On the lips of the Indian
Who offers his love
To the owner of his heart

Son of my soul
Of my soul, my son
Where are you, I don't hear you
I don't see you, where are you?

Answer your old lady
Who calls you and you don't respond
To your mother's affection
And to the voice of the heart

You left one morning
Hastily and agitated
You said you were coming back
You said you were coming back when leaving
And you don't return home
Nor to your home nor to your mother
Who calls you, who misses you
Who is already dying for you
Come back soon my beloved
My comfort, my hope
Who waits for you
My anguished heart

Every afternoon, by the door
She sighs and cries like this, son of my soul
Where are you, come back to me soon

But one night, night after slow step
Dawn came like this
Pale and cold by the door
She was dead there, there, there, there