Cueca de La Viña Nueva

(Cueca)

Yo

Cueca of the new vineyard
Mugrón from the earth to the chest
Sweet, sweet how it hangs (they don't hang)
Of those that hang from the ceilings

Is hope a thing?
That dances in the open furrow
Use, use the strains by boot
And it is tied with the branches

Take out the espiche to the bordalesa
The party has just begun
A little is a lot, a lot is nothing
It all depends on the frost
Take out the espiche to the bordalesa
The party has just begun

II

For the house wine
We will leave five rows
And it is, according to the old way
We will do it step by step

I already think it's grape harvest
Thinking about my new vineyard
Ale, happy as a child
When they take her to a party