La Negrita

And well, the story of the little black girl goes on like this
After having traveled so much throughout the country
She returns to her beloved coast to continue on the boardwalk shouting
Selling fried fish with lemon

And if she knew the things she could see
That it's nothing like the dreams of her childhood
The little black girl doesn't understand
Where did that story come from
That in another place you live better

Because it's very easy to think
That you have to travel to succeed
That there's no opportunity here
That there will be one elsewhere
And although she gained experience
She could never forget
That in her hips as she walks
She carries the rhythm of the sea

That's why on a cloudy day she returned
And saw that here in her port
The sun always shone
And when someone asks her
About the things she learned, she answers
That sometimes traveling is not better

That staying in the sun is the best
That she sells fish with lemon
That if you buy one, buy two
Because soon they'll be gone
That she always prepares the best
Like this, there's no other on the boardwalk

But one thing is for sure, hard work
Don't go to sleep
Like they say what happened
To my friend the shrimp
Or like Mr. Crab
Who, for being a crustacean
They ate him with garlic
Or like that little fish
With the blue eye
I think it comes from afar
And look where it ended up

It's better for it to return
With its little blonde fish
That's why the current
Has brought me back home
Because a saltwater fish
Can't swim in a river