Lamento Cuyano
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
Cuyano Lament
Remnants remain of a defeated dream
Bunches already dried of love roses
The blurry image of a beloved angel
That one day gloriously populated my mind
Only her most tender image was mine
Her pleasant smile, her soft blush
The red fantasies lit up her pupils
That made the happiness of my heart
When she was mine, the beautiful mountain
Dressed in its white and blue finery
The threads gave it a celestial hope
The flowers, the earth, the suns, the light
Its beautiful arpeggios, the black thrushes
Its fresh caress from the weeping willow
The silver threads of the springs
That flow playing with sparks of sun
With fiery letters, I carry engraved
Her beloved name on my heart
Love the first, the purest, the holiest
The only tender one my soul felt
World storms broke my lilies
But ashes of yesterday remain from my soul
Your love has filled my childhood hours
And in her, your life, my only faith
When she was mine, the beautiful mountain
Dressed in its white and blue finery
The threads gave it a celestial hope
The flowers, the earth, the suns, the light
Its beautiful arpeggios, the black thrushes
Its fresh caress from the weeping willow
The silver threads of the springs
That flow playing with sparks of sun
