Como Urpilita Perdida

There she goes with her little child
In her warm arms, asleep
And she looks at her scared
Like a lost urpilita

Maiden, light of the mountains
Creole purity of ancient homelands
On the arboreal crown
She is greeted by the thrushes

Carrying her good fortune
She prays to God for her pains
Without cursing that man
Who lied to her in love

In the chest of her arms
A new life is trembling
And she looks at her scared like a lost urpilita

She remembers the Creole party
There in the ranches deep in the woods
She heard joyful chacareras
And vidalas with laments

Perhaps it was that zamba
Maybe the scent of the prickly pears
Perhaps the light of that sky
Shining on the reedbeds

From the river road
A strong wind broke the doors
As if to indulge
In seeing them forever open