Cielito mío

Of straw and clods of earth
I built a ranch
golden when the sun rises.
And to see my ranch
I will take you
to the hill.

Pinned to the wall
the flower I gave you,
Cielito, I took it out early.
I want tomorrow and always
just like today,
to see it in your hands.

May your eyes not shine
for vain whims
of worldly life.
Because your braid is worth more
and your country dress.
The ribbon in your hair
is as blue as the sky,
and you dress better...
And even the air paints you
your good color.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
I love you so much!
That alone and without your caresses,
my darling,
I die of sorrow.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!...
Far from the noise
tucked among the willow trees,
my little sky,
will be my nest.