Pongale Por Las Hileras

(Cueca)

(Recited)

"Clusters are better
when the vines are pruned.
For the provinces of Cuyo
this cueca-made offering goes,
and by watering them with my song...
I open all the floodgates."

I
For harvest time
how beautiful the land becomes,
there's a sparkle of "chapecas"
in the eyes of the countryman.
Going back and forth in the cart
from the vineyard to the winery,
always a cluster to order
of the white or the black.

(Chorus)

Put them in rows
without leaving any cluster.
The winery must be filled,
the wine is running out.

II
The young man has left the basket;
she leaves the scissors,
and they rehearse as if playing
a cueca in the rows.
And at night under the open sky
there are a thousand local songs,
and among verses a little wine,
called "dream-flea".