Vidalita de Marchena

Sad style of love
The old guitar moans
And a black sorrow oppresses
The singer's throat
Because the wind of pain
That howls in the distance
Tore away the joy
From the silver strings
Of that scarlet carnation
That was brought from Andalusia

The string throbs
As it pulls from a sorrow
And the poor ranch is filled
With infinite tenderness
Vidalita
A heart laments
While motionless it leans
On the figure of a vulture
That is contemplating the ranch
Of a white skeleton