Trees cry for rain and mountains for air.

So my eyes weep for you, dear lover.

White are you, white your dress, white is your figure

White flowers fall from you, from your beauty

I turn and I say what will happen to me?
In foreign lands I'm gonna die

In front of me is an angel, her eyes looking at me

I want and I can not mourn, my heart sighs

I turn and I say what will happen to me?
In foreign lands I'm gonna die.

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(original version in ladino language)

Arvoles yoran por luvyas i muntanyas por ayres.
Ansi yoran los mis ojos por ti, kerida amante.
Vlanka sos, vlanca vystes, vlanka es tu figura
vlankas flores caen de ti, de la tu hermosura
Torno i digo: ke va ser de mi?
En tierras ajenas yo me vo murir
Enfrente de mi ay un andjelo, kon sus ojos me mira
Yorar kero i no puedo, mi korason suspira
Torno i digo: ke va ser de mi?
En tierras ajenas yo me vo murir