Montecito Sendiento
Perotá Chingó
Thirsty Little Mountain
Where does your cry go
That the little stream is waiting
Where does your cry go
That the stream is thirsty
Thirsty little mountain
Someone took your wood
Thirsty little mountain
My ranch is made of your wood
So that the storm comes
He planted a little goat and a lemon verbena
If you like my little herb
Fills my heart with water
If you like my little herb
Fills my heart with water
Thirsty little mountain
Someone took your wood
Thirsty little mountain
My ranch is made of your wood
Where does your cry go
That the stream is thirsty
