La Canelera

I saw you, my little one
I won't lose sight of you
You may not be, but you look
Like the ones I have on my list
Serve me three cinnamon drinks
Sweetened by her hands
To drink them now
And later we'll go

I don't want to see you with another
Or that you're a cinnamon girl
Now you're going to go with me
Even if your mom doesn't want

If there's anyone who gets mad
Because I treat you with love
I'm not afraid of gunshots
My goodness, the pains

If there's anyone who gets mad
Those who hang out in the group
I have ammo in my belt
Six shots in the gun

There goes the farewell
By the tips of a fig tree
Here they end up singing
Verses of the cinnamon girl