Mama Ievame P'al Pueblo

Mom, do you know something? Once again the orchard dressed in roses
Mom, don't you realize that in the warm air there's a smell of mint?
Mom, look outside, and then tell me if it's spring

And well, hey, mom, I'm so angry at the drunk spring of the Sun!
I'm twenty years old, and no one looks at me, stuck in the hollow of a ranch
Take me to the town, so people know What Ramira from Carabajal is like
They saw my hair, my face, my neck, let them touch, just like Saint Thomas

Mom, do you know something? Once again the orchard dressed in roses
Mom, don't you realize that in the warm air there's a smell of mint?
Mom, look outside, and then tell me if it's spring

Take me to the town, I feel in my veins rising like fever because of the heat
After all, what does it cost you? We have horses, and with a little gallop, we both go
Take me to the town, buy me a big stick of rouge, with ten of mascara
I swear, my Mom, Paint my face, eyes, nails, to deserve

Mom, do you know something? Once again the orchard dressed in roses
Mom, don't you realize that in the warm air there's a smell of mint?
Mom, look outside, and then tell me if it's spring