Babalú

The wake is starting
That we do for Babalú
Give me seventeen candles
To put them in a cross
Give me a piece of tobacco, mañiengue
And a little jar of aguardiente
Give me a little money, mañiengue
So that luck comes to me
I want to ask
That my lover loves me
Oh, my love
That he has money
And that he doesn't die
I want to ask, to Babalú
A very holy black man
Like you
Who doesn't have another lover
And that he doesn't die