Cuyana Cosechadora

You're showing off your elegance
from the Belgian to the alley,
Cuyana harvester
harvesting my love
fresh morning flower
warming my heart.

It seems like your little feet dance
while cutting the vines
turning the clusters down
this turn to your bucket
I'll throw three joys.

Do you remember the morning
in July for the game
your hands were trembling in mine
so cold,
and I stole a kiss
from your red nose.

Don't leave my life
as the years go by,
let the half-water moon
find us together
weaving dreams of love
in the threads of the vineyard.

When the sun of Rinconada
slowly begins to gild
the summit of Cerro Grande,
I always want to find you
sitting there in the water intake
in the shade of the willow.