Canción de La Rosa Blanca (Zamba)

My old town when I think of you
And I start to dream
My eyes get cloudy, wanting to cry
And my soul, without meaning to, starts to sing

Then I return, to your landscapes
To your hills I go
A restless sparrow comes to greet me
Flying over a sky, of blooming thistles

(Chorus)
The white rose of your name, mother
Brings me its scent, then it fades away
My eyes get cloudy, wanting to cry
And my soul, without meaning to, starts to sing

Carnation of the air, spring of flowers
Over the gray gravel
Green clover fields, and way over there
The echo mocks me as I sing

And already at the peak of my mountain
Where a cross stands tall
The spirit of the air spills its light
And the green is greener, the blue is bluer