Nocturno Riojano
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Riojan Nocturne
The Moon came down to the town
And entered through the long street
(With a drum in its arms
And a love song in its heart)
The Moon came down to the town
And entered through the long street
(With a drum in its arms
And a love song in its heart)
A sweet breeze like a girl
Cradled you in the early dawn
(Weaving a furrow of dreams
With threads of folk songs)
A sweet breeze like a girl
Cradled you in the early dawn
(Weaving a furrow of dreams
With threads of folk songs)
The carnival of La Rioja
Smells like crushed carob
(While deep inside my chest
The shadow of the vidala grows)
The carnival of La Rioja
Smells like crushed carob
(While deep inside my chest
The shadow of the vidala grows)
The hill is like a grandpa
Dark poncho, clear forehead
(In its stone saddlebags
Not a single song is missing)
The hill is like a grandpa
Dark poncho, clear forehead
(In its stone saddlebags
Not a single song is missing)
Last night I lost
The sorrows of my guitar
(Hopefully they never return
The chaya has no sorrows)
Last night I lost
The sorrows of my guitar
(Hopefully they never return
The chaya has no sorrows)
The carnival of La Rioja
Smells like crushed carob
(While deep inside my chest
The shadow of the vidala grows)
The carnival of La Rioja
Smells like crushed carob
(While deep inside my chest
The shadow of the vidala grows)
The Moon sang its love song
At every window
(And on Ash Wednesday
It left down the long street)
The Moon sang its love song
At every window
(And on Ash Wednesday
It left down the long street)
