In my home there's a tree
Called the tree of oblivion
Where the ones who are deadly sick in their souls, come to seek comfort.
I lay down at the tree of oblivion one little night, oh vidalita,
to not think about you.
And I fell fast asleep
When I woke from that sleep
I thought of you again
Because I forgot to forget you, oh vidalita, as soon as I lay down.