Me hiciste mal

You hurt me,
just passing by,
this morning for the harvest
of that vineyard.

She walks
provocation.
Don't be flirtatious
why do you mistreat my heart.

From Calingasta to Albardón
from Valle fértil to Chañar.
I walked everywhere to forget,
and I don't forget you, what will it be.

In your gaze
be careful.
Your little glance
has me crazy and enchanted.

The dancing
of that wheat field
your little knee peeks out
and makes me desperate.