Silvery hills,
grey highlands, purple rocky grounds
where the river Duero draws
its crossbow bend
around Soria, dark holm-oak groves,
fierce stony places, bald mountain ranges
white paths and riverside poplar trees,
evenings in Soria, mystical and warlike,
Today I feel for you, from the bottom
of my heart, sadness,
sadness that is love! Fields of Soria,
where rocks seem to dream,
you go with me! Silvery hills,
grey highlands, purple rocky grounds!