Vidala Del Lapacho

(vidala)

Dreams of the lapacho,
rose owner of the soul.
And dreams of the lapacho,
the early morning.

When the lapacho cries
from the ravine,
the ditch carries far away,
pink water.

Sorrow of the lapacho,
sorrows of Laza,
it sheds its leaves in the air,
in love.
It sheds its leaves in the air,
in love.