Palomita Del Valle

White dove
Vidalita
That crosses the valley
Go tell everyone
Vidalita
That the valley has died

Go tell the world
Vidalita
That my luck has changed
That my soul has died
Vidalita
Upon his death

That never, never again
Vidalita
Will find solace
Nor will have rest
Vidalita
In this black mourning

White dove
Vidalita
Return to your nest
And you will find the blood
Vidalita
From my wounded chest