Uvera Sanagasteña

With the donkeys loaded
Fresh fruit is coming down

Uvera from Sanagasta
With black hair and a sweet gaze

Singing along the road
Tender songs from that place

Coming down the slope
To offer grapes in the city

White grapes and the other
Humbly offering

White grapes; fresh and sweet
Like her lips and her gaze

Before returning home
She worships Saint Nicholas

Good and miraculous saint
To whom she tells her sorrows

And she returns to Sanagasta
A town that I love with devotion

Where there are such beautiful mountains
That captivate our hearts