La Martina

Martina was fifteen years old
When she gave me her love
At sixteen years old
She played a trick on me

And they were in the conquest
When the husband arrived
What are you doing, Martina
That you're not in your color?

Here I've been sitting
I couldn't sleep
If you distrust me
Don't leave me

Whose gun is that
Whose watch is that
Whose horse is that
That neighed in the corral?

That horse is very much yours
Your dad sent it to you
So you could go to the wedding
Of your younger sister

Why do I need horses
If I already have horses
What I want is for you to tell me
Who slept in my bed?

No one sleeps in your bed
When you're not here
If you distrust me
Don't leave me

And he took her by the hand
Took her to her parents
In-laws, here is Martina
Who played a trick on me

Take her, my son-in-law
The church gave her to you
And if she betrayed you
It's not my fault

Kneeling on her knees
He only gave her six shots
The horse's friend
Didn't even return for the saddle