La Higuera
Antonio Aguilar
The Fig Tree
The fig tree has dried up
It already has the root outside
My dark-skinned girl doesn't love me anymore
Because I'm in a drunken state
Oh, what high walls
For me, so short
I wish I were a bricklayer
To bring them down a bit
Oh, what high walls
And may the air not knock them down
Oh, what lovely daughters she has
For the son of my mother
We will sell the bull and cow
We will sell the heifer
We will sell everything, tiny bits
Except the land
Passing by a cemetery
A skull told me
I already have your house ready
For when you die
The fig tree has dried up
It already has the root outside
My dark-skinned girl doesn't love me anymore
Because I'm in a drunken state
