Chonita

Chonita has a parrot
That is the torment of her heart
It says to her: My dear, my sky
My baby, my blondie, my sweet passion

The parrot never pays attention to her
Doesn't even throw her a glance as a punishment
And Chonita inside a little jar
Collects the tears of her pain

Since I saw you
With your precious beak
I crazily thought
That parrot is my type
But you don't even realize
How much I love you
You run away from me, you just trip
Mimicking my sad cry

In the main post office
I sent a certified
A love letter
With the golden edge
And you ate the paper
Leaving not a single sheet
You are so cruel, you don't want to read
The words of my anguish

I think I'm going to die
Because you don't pay attention to me
The heart I gave you
You already broke it into pieces
But it's useless to pretend
Your ingratitude kills me
Come on, tell me, tell me yes
Little parrot, give me your paw