Del amor herido
Alfredo Zitarrosa
Of Wounded Love
(Vidalita)
Vidalita, my dear, oh, why do you cry?
What are the sorrows, my dear,
That you’re trying to forget?
I’ve forgotten a few, my dear,
But they keep coming back for me.
Vidalita, so sad, my dear,
From love that’s been hurt,
Find me a memory, my dear,
To ease my life.
Sing me a song, my dear,
One that’s been forgotten.
Vidalita, my sister, my dear,
If you keep on singing,
Look for other tunes, my dear,
Don’t keep calling her back.
The daggers lie, my dear,
That you’re stabbing me with.
