Madre Del Monte

(Vidala)

The folk song and the man
have a secret to keep.
When they sing outside at night,
inside they are crying.

Oh, Mother of the Mountain
where will I be.

If God doesn't want to listen to me,
I will quietly walk away.
Along the mountain path,
I won't even raise dust.

Oh, Mother of the Mountain
where will I be.

Like hanging in the air,
my folk song will remain,
Let the sun ripen it.
It will be light in the air.

Oh, Mother of the Mountain
where will I be.
Like a wandering vidala,
I passed through this world.
When silence covers me,
I won't even be a vidala.

Oh, Mother of the Mountain
where will I be.