Romance de La Vidala

Willows of Huáira-Roxina
Alley of Cochangasta
Any path is a good path
When the vidala comes down
The Indian drums echo
From Pucará to La Quebrada
The song is a dove
With a message of grace
With a sigh of absence
With a goodbye on its wings

Sweet song of my land
Oh, little vidala from Rioja
How your verses follow me
Warming my nostalgia
I will return someday
On the road to Cochangasta
I’ll listen to the tender whistle
Of the tall casuarinas
I’ll see the ripe vineyards
I’ll kiss the Rioja soil

In the meadow of the hills
The calandrias will fly
The air, jasmine and orange blossoms
Will tell me about Sanagasta
And when the moon falls
Kissing the blue mountain
I’ll lie down on the sands
To fill myself with magic
Watching the little vidala
Pass by on the path