En mi pago hay un árbolQue del olvido se llamaDonde van a consolarseVidalitaLos moribundos del almaPara no pensar en vosEn el árbol del olvidoMe acosté una nochecitaVidalitaY me quedé bien dormida
Y al despertar de aquel sueñoPensaba en vos otra vezPues me olvidé de olvidarteVidalitaEn cuantito me acosté
n my payment there is a tree.That is called to be overseen.Where they are going to be consoled.Vidalita.The soul of a dying man.think not about it.In the tree of the overseen.To be in bed at dusk.Vidalita.I remain forever asleep.
To awake from that dream.And think about it again.Therefore I forgot me to forget you.Vidalita.In heaven I went to bed.