Jenecheru

I go for a little kiss
on nights of light
where my love
there in Santa Cruz.

I bring tapeque
beautiful tucurel
and a little milk
with its puñapel.

When I arrived
she didn't recognize me,
when I whistled to her
she didn't turn back.

With tender emotion
she pushed me away from her heart.
Will she give me her love?
-No
What a disappointment.

For her cruel desire
I will soon die
from her lips that I kissed
I will never forget.

And so it ended
her lledú love
and the yuca dried up
there is no more guapulú