Linda La Vida Mia

(Cueca)

Five liters of wine,
a pot of locro,
a pot of locro,
lay down for a nap,
get drunk,
get drunk.

To dance the cueca,
I put on my best clothes,
I put on my best clothes,
a little shepherd hat,
a jute jacket,
a jute jacket.

Beautiful my life,
from dance to dance,
from dance to dance,
let the cueca continue
without end,
without end.

The old ladies have already left,
my dear, and this is heating up.

On the other side of the house
lives a black woman,
lives a black woman,
a hole in the fence
made to see her,
made to see her,
because when I want
to be with her,
to be with her,
the dog barely barks
and my mother-in-law shows up,
and my mother-in-law shows up.