Dolor Cuyano
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
Cry of Cuyo
Today the soul of Cuyo vibrates
Sorrowful anguish clouds its voice
The mournful tone of a heavy bell
Mourns a landscape of cruel pain
The heart of the Andes trembles
Sowing tragedy, sadness, and terror
San Juan the glorious, the heroic, the grand
Wounded to death, bowed its head
The wings of brotherly towns converge
United by bonds of fraternal love
The noble presence of heroic countrymen
Who come bringing comfort and kindness
It moves the fiber of all America
The Cuyo drama of blood and horror
The hours fill with bitter silence
And there are mourning flowers on the heart
Mendoza, the sublime sister of the Andes
Offers its arms anointed with love
And to the deep lament of wives and mothers
Joins their pleas with holy fervor
The sweet nun, the Sanmaritana
Bestows her help with mystical anointing
And a gentle flutter of very white souls
Approaches the throne of our Lord
I raise my plea, oh Virgin of Carmen!
Infinite miracle of light and candor
In the name of the innocent crying child
The bird, the fountain, the star, and the flower
The land of the noble sarmiento ages
May the songs of homeland and home return
And in the cold abodes of the final dream
May the eternal one bestow his kiss of peace
