La Uruguayita Lucia

Black hair, blue
eyes, and lips
very red
had
the Uruguayan Lucia,
the flower of Florida's land.
Even the fiercest gauchos
eternal outlaws
became gentler.
Her big eyes seemed
blue as the sky when looking.

No gaucho ever
could reach
Lucia's heart.
Until one day a gaucho arrived
to the land that nobody knew.
Good singer and good-looking
he sang with a mournful voice.
The gaucho asked for her heart,
and she gave him her whole soul.

Their love was happy
never did the sorrows
interrupt the idyll.
Together their souls dreamed
like white doves
in a corner of the nest.
When the horizon appears
you can hear beyond the hill
like a soft murmur.
The tender and faithful couple sings,
their complaints are of love,
pleasure idylls.

But the homeland calls him
her son demands
and he is given to glory.
Next to the clarion of Victoria
a complaint is also heard.
...It's because Lavalleja's truncheon
to the sweet couple
the idyll of a day.
...Today Lucia doesn't sing anymore,
...her singer never returned.