La Cueca Triste

Vidala, I have a sorrow,
I loved you with bad luck.
Vidala, that's life,
like wanting death.

I would have given my blood
to defend you.
My love was like the wind
that never ages.

That never ages, yes,
the gust
left me, dear Vidala,
the whole soul.

My bad star goes on
I have a sorrow.