Viva La Pepa

The table under the grapevine
Brought the smell of fresh bread
Pepa and her five children
Prayed giving thanks
A thousand thanks I give you, Lord
And I praise your great power
For your charity and love
Today you gave us food
The eldest made a sign
They held hands
They said long live Pepa
Who cooked so deliciously
He was left in charge
Widow Pepa to work
All night she whistled
The wind flying low
Bad luck is cast
No one expected her departure
Pepa left suddenly
Her farewell hurt
The eldest took the hands
Of his little siblings
And all together they said
Long live Pepa crying
And they were raised by relatives
Until choosing their paths
Buenos Aires, two to the south
Another became a sailor
The youngest stayed
Village man and of a thousand trades
Inconstant but honest
And paid for his vices
Once almost insulting
A young man in the afternoon
To offend him said
You are a long live Pepa
And looking at him he said
Repeat it when you can
They are the most beautiful words
That sound in my ears
It was the youngest, the mischievous one
Who at night remembered
My mother caressed me
To soothe my cries
Perhaps that's why we chose
To walk the good path
Because Pepa deserves
Even if I don't understand her absence
I remember my brothers
Took me by the hand
And we all said together
Long live Pepa crying
Oh Pepa how much I would give
At least to see you for a while
I never understood your departure
I miss your arms from my childhood
Oh Pepa