Canaro en Paris

You left this land
of beautiful countryside
the golden wheat fields
that shine under the sun.
The pingo and the guitar
that you loved so much
it seems they would say:
what an ungrateful heart.

Don't you remember, china, of your ranch
your little mother who lived there;
you spent many days
you spent many days with her and with love.
you left without a word,
she is slowly
she is wasting away little by little; and maybe she will get sick.

You left here
and with pain you must weep, woman,
ungrateful Paris
you have robbed my love
your lights will be
your lights will be her undoing; and in the bustle of champagne
the ungrateful woman will forget
That here with great sorrow we weep for her wrong.

In my breast you left a wound
that can never heal,
you forgot that one day
I held you in my arms with mad love
and here in the shadow of your ranch
where you swore to me eternal love
I can never forget
and in silence I will carry you, engraved in my heart.

Come back, Chinese to my land
when the sun rises
the dawn is beautiful
full of sunshine;
and the golden field
shows us, my china,
this beloved land
that is all my heart.