Cueca de La Viña Nueva

(cueca)

I

Cueca of the new vineyard
Earth's nipple to the chest
Sweet, so sweet like they hang
Those that hang on the roofs.

Hope is a thing
That dances in the open furrow.
It uses, uses the vines as boots
And ties itself with the tendrils.

Chorus

Pull the spigot in the Bordalesa way
Because the party has just begun.
Little is much, much is nothing
Everything depends on the frosts.
Pull the spigot in the Bordalesa way
Because the party has just begun.

II

For the house wine
Five rows we will leave
And, according to the old custom
We will tread it with our feet.
I already feel it's harvest time
Thinking about my new vineyard,
Happy, happy like a girl
When she's taken to a party.