La Calandria

I'm like the mockingbird
That to build its nest
Always looks for a strong branch
So as not to see it fall

Others are like the deer
That, for being clever and conceited
When in love
They are killed unawares

Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...
The clouds go through the sky
The fish through the water
The gold is underground
And love in the petticoats

My beautiful dark-skinned girl
What am I going to do
If you take away from me
This love.

What good is it for men
To boast of being brave
If when they are at home
Their pants fall down

Another thing also happens
With those who are braggarts
When they see things seriously
Something happens in their pants.