Vidalita de los puñales

(Vidalita)

Gaucho vidalita, vidalitay,
you seem like you're crying;
what are the sorrows, vidalitay,
that you're forgetting.
I forgot a few, vidalitay,
that are looking for me.

Bird that sings, vidalitay,
heart of a lark,
fly to my land, vidalitay,
heart in shadows.
Tell them that in my flesh, vidalitay,
your blood names it.

Sad vidalita, vidalitay,
of the wounded homeland,
find me a memory, vidalitay,
to ease my life.
Sing me a verse, vidalitay,
ones that are forgotten.

Sister vidalita, vidalitay,
if you keep singing,
look for other accents, vidalitay,
without how or when.
The daggers lie, vidalitay,
that you're stabbing me.

(Punctuation and spelling are from Alfredo Zitarrosa)