Para qué me casaría
Isabel Parra
Why would I get married
(Cueca)
Life, why would I get married,
life, I was so well single.
Life, if my mom hit me,
life, my husband says 'get out'.
Life, why would I get married.
My husband esteems me
like a queen,
he doesn't leave a rib
unbroken.
Not a rib unbroken, yes,
so reckless
that he pulls my hair
in front of people.
Indeed, so reckless,
in front of people.
