Translation of the song lyrics El Dueño Ausente - Ana Belén

El Dueño Ausente (original)

Paisana de mis alturas
Ingenua niña serrana
La de mejillas de rosa
Y largas trenzas endrinas
De tu techo colorado
Engastado a tus montañas
¿Qué ilusiones te arrancaron
Bajando de esa tu altiva montaña?
Tu dueño sirve a la patria
Y te dejó a tu cuidado
Su maicito y los trigales
Y la quinua ya sembrada
En tu tierrita escondida
Al fondo de una quebrada
Tu dueño ha de reclamarte
Después del tiempo cumplido
Su maicito y los trigales
Y la quinua ya sembrada
En tu tierrita escondida
Al fondo de una quebrada
Paisana de mis alturas
Si tú, como la retama
Floreces en la quebrada
Y en la costa no hay tu mata
La rosa de tus mejillas
Se está poniendo azafrana
Vete cuanto antes paisana
Vuelve sube a tu altiva montaña
Tu dueño sirve a la patria
Y te dejó a tu cuidado
Su maicito y los trigales
Y la quinua ya sembrada
En tu tierrita escondida
Al fondo de una quebrada
Tu dueño ha de reclamarte
Después del tiempo cumplido
Su maicito y los trigales
Y la quinua ya sembrada
En tu tierrita escondida
Al fondo de una quebrada

El Dueño Ausente (translation)

countrywoman of my heights
naive mountain girl
The one with pink cheeks
And long sloe braids
of your red roof
Embedded to your mountains
What illusions ripped you
Coming down from that your lofty mountain?
Your owner serves the country
And he left you in your care
His sweetheart of him and the wheat fields
And the quinoa already planted
In your little hidden land
At the bottom of a creek
Your owner has to claim you
After time expired
His sweetheart of him and the wheat fields
And the quinoa already planted
In your little hidden land
At the bottom of a creek
countrywoman of my heights
If you, like the broom
You bloom in the ravine
And on the coast there is no tu kill
The rose of your cheeks
It is getting saffron
go as soon as possible paisana
Come back up to your lofty mountain
Your owner serves the country
And he left you in your care
His sweetheart of him and the wheat fields
And the quinoa already planted
In your little hidden land
At the bottom of a creek
Your owner has to claim you
After time expired
His sweetheart of him and the wheat fields
And the quinoa already planted
In your little hidden land
At the bottom of a creek