La Pomeña - Mercedes Sosa

Eulogia tapia en la poma

Al aire da su ternura

Si pasa sobre la arena

Y va pisando la luna

El trigo que va cortando

Madura por su cintura

Mirando flores de alfalfa

Sus ojos negros se azulan

El sauce de tu casa

Esta llorando

Porque te roban eulogia

Carnavaleando

La cara se le enharina

La sombra se le enarena

Cantando y desencantando

Se le entreveran las penas

Viene en un caballo blanco

La caja en sus manos tiembla

Y cuando se hunde la noche

Es una dalia morena

Eulogia tapia in la poma

To the air he gives his tenderness

If it passes over the sand

And it's stepping on the moon

The wheat that is cutting

Mature for her waist

Looking at alfalfa flowers

Her black eyes turn blue

The willow of your house

She's crying

Because they steal eulogy

carnival

His face is covered in flour

The shadow is sanded

Singing and disenchanting

The penalties will be mixed

She comes on a white horse

The box in her hands trembles

And when she sinks the night

She is a brown dahlia