Solito y Sin Flor
Viejo el camino, sendero del sol
Viejo el camino, sendero del sol
Pobre yuyito, solito y sin flor
Pobre yuyito, solito y sin flor
Se ha dormido el carnaval
En la ceniza de un monte
Y en los barrios olvidados
Una pena tiene el pobre
Un pañuelo de ternura
Y una copla por los hombres
Se arruga la noche bajo el nubarron
Se arruga la noche bajo el nubarron
Pobre yuyito, solito y sin flor
Pobre yuyito, solito y sin flor
Ay, que se vuelva vidala
Ay, que golpee mi caja
Ay, que no suba hasta el grito
En algun febrero de agua
Vidala que llevas la ausencia del sol
Vidala que llevas la ausencia del sol
Pobre yuyito, solito y sin flor
Pobre yuyito, solito y sin flor
Alone and Without a Flower
Old is the road, the path of the sun
Old is the road, the path of the sun
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower
The carnival has fallen asleep
In the ashes of a hill
And in the forgotten neighborhoods
A sorrow weighs on the poor
A handkerchief of tenderness
And a song for the men
The night crumples under the dark clouds
The night crumples under the dark clouds
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower
Oh, let it turn into a vidala
Oh, let my drum beat
Oh, let it rise to a shout
In some February of rain
Vidala that carries the absence of the sun
Vidala that carries the absence of the sun
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower