Текст и перевод песни Aida Cuevas - Cuatro Milpas

Cuatro Milpas

Cuatro milpas tan sólo han quedado,
Del ranchito que era mío, ay ya ya ya!
De aquella casita tan blanca y bonita,
Lo triste que está.
Los potreros están sin ganado,
Toditito se acabó, ay ya ya ya!
Ya no hay palomas, ni hiedras, ni aromas,
Todo termino.
Me prestaras tus ojos, morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá,
Los despojos de aquella casita,
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.
Cuatro milpas que tanto queria,
Pues mi madre las cuidaba, ay ya ya ya!
Su vieran que solas y no haya amapolas,
Ni hierbas de olor.
Cuatro milpas tan sólo han quedado,
Del ranchito que era mío, ay ya ya ya!
De aquella casita tan blanca y bonita,
Lo triste que está.
Me prestaras tus ojos, morena,
Los llevo en el alma, que miren allá,
Los despojos de aquella casita,
Tan blanca y bonita lo triste que está.

Four Thousand Acres

Four thousand acres all that's left,
Of the ranch that once was mine, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Of that small house so white and pretty,
How sad it is.
The pastures are empty of cattle,
Everything is gone, oh yeah, oh yeah!
There are no more doves, nor ivy, nor scents,
Everything is over.
Will you lend me your eyes, my dear,
I carry them in my soul, to look over there,
At the remains of that small house,
So white and pretty, how sad it is.
Four thousand acres that I loved so much,
Because my mother took care of them, oh yeah, oh yeah!
See how lonely they are and there are no poppies,
Not even fragrant herbs.
Four thousand acres all that's left,
Of the ranch that once was mine, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Of that small house so white and pretty,
How sad it is.
Will you lend me your eyes, my dear,
I carry them in my soul, to look over there,
At the remains of that small house,
So white and pretty, how sad it is.