El Ventaja'o

The night fell over the thicket
and a cry lingered in the sand
of absence and pain for the advantage'd

They called him the advantage'd
in the summer town
he was advantage'd in love
and earned his place in the hills

His tracks erased
by the dusty trail

The voice of the salamanca
the spirit of the vidalas
entered deep in his soul
for the time of the carnival

And he embraced the hills
in his solitude

The moon came down to the carob grove
its drum beat out crying the devil
the night prayed for the advantage'd

He buried vidalas
with the thump thump of the drums
the shadow of a Santiago man
who never came back again

And in the salt flat
his dry cry

On the edge of the hill
the sound of a guitar
hidden and lonely
the advantage'd appears

Calling him is
the chacarera