My sorrow is greater, vidalita
Because it goes inside
My sorrow is greater, vidalita
Because it goes inside
And in it I sing to you, vidalita
The pain I feel
And in it I sing to you, vidalita
The pain I feel

The little tree has already dried up
Where the peacock used to sing
The little tree has already dried up
Where the peacock used to sing
My dear girl has already died
I will never see her again
The little tree has already dried up
Where the peacock used to sing

Last night while I was sleeping
Last night while I was sleeping
Fatigued from exhaustion
I don't know what golden dream
Crossed my mind
I dreamed that I saw you
And that you were looking at me
And I was telling you
My sad, very sad life
And you disappeared
When I woke up crying
Oh, a sugarcane field
There is no remedy
For my pain

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