Four Cornfields

Four cornfields are all that have remained

Of the little ranch that was mine, alas!

Of that little house, so white and pretty

The sad thing that it is

The paddocks are without cattle

The lake dried up, alas!

The wire fence that was on the patio

Also fell down

You would lend me your eyes, brunette

I carry them in my soul, that would look there,

The remains of that little house

So white and pretty, the sad thing that it is

The crops remained lost

Everything is over, alas!

And now there are no doves, nor flowers nor aromas

Now everything is finished.

The palm trees grieve over your absence

The lake dried up, alas!

The piebald mules and muleteers

All went away and no one remained

And because of that I am sad, brunette

Because of that, I am so sad I want to cry

Remembering the happy afternoons

That we two passed in that place.

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