La Tristecita (Vidala) - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Creyendo hacer cosa buena

Un pintor me pinto un día

Mas me pinto por afuera

Porque adentro no veía

¿Cuando vendrá ese pintor

Que pinte lo que yo siento?

Ganas de vivir la vida

Sin angustias ni tormentos…

Es mal pintor el pintor

Que me ha pintado ese día

Cantando coplas serranas

Con la barriga vacía

Es mal pintor el pintor

Y en esto no hay duda alguna

Pues solo pintó mi poncho

Y se olvidó de mi hambruna

¿Cuando vendrá ese pintor

Que pinte lo que yo siento?

Ganas de vivir la vida

Sin pesares ni tormentos

Creyendo hacer cosa buena…

Believing to do a good thing

A painter painted me one day

But I paint myself on the outside

Because inside I did not see

When will that painter come

What paints what I feel?

You want to live life

Without anguish or torment...

The painter is a bad painter

That he has painted me that day

Singing mountain songs

with an empty belly

The painter is a bad painter

And in this there is no doubt

Well he just painted my poncho

And he forgot about my famine

When will that painter come

What paints what I feel?

You want to live life

Without regrets or torments

Believing to do a good thing...