Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Dueño Ausente , by - Ana Belén. Release date: 12.01.2017
Song language: Spanish
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 |
| (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 |