Francisquita

In the time that I walked as a missionary
Never in my life had I been able to find
A woman that pleased me right away
So much that I searched and found her here

I went with her as far as I could tell her
Love me, girl, for in the end you will be mine
Therefore, I could even offer her
The rich cut flowers from my garden

It was a pleasant comfort for my chest
Those reasons that she later told me
Her resistance, inconsolable heart
And she told me we will see each other another day

Many reasons I sent her in heaps
And she also sent me her responses
The day arrived but in the end I achieved nothing
I didn't have the honor of getting close to her

In the reasons I sent her, I asked
What was the name that I always praised
She sent word that her name was Francisquita
And from then on, I wouldn't count on her

The last time I received her message
She replied completely and it was nothing
The very ungrateful one resolved me angrily
If you suffer for me, I don't suffer for you

I better go so as not to see my desire
For that young woman who pleased me greatly
I don't forget her beauty and her gaze
And yesterday afternoon she passed by this street