El Ventaja'o
El Vislumbre del Esteko
The Advantage'd
The night fell over the thicket
and a cry lingered in the sand
of absence and pain for the advantage'd
They called him the advantage'd
in the summer town
he was advantage'd in love
and earned his place in the hills
His tracks erased
by the dusty trail
The voice of the salamanca
the spirit of the vidalas
entered deep in his soul
for the time of the carnival
And he embraced the hills
in his solitude
The moon came down to the carob grove
its drum beat out crying the devil
the night prayed for the advantage'd
He buried vidalas
with the thump thump of the drums
the shadow of a Santiago man
who never came back again
And in the salt flat
his dry cry
On the edge of the hill
the sound of a guitar
hidden and lonely
the advantage'd appears
Calling him is
the chacarera
