La Huasanga

Ay la la la ...
When I'm in my excesses
with you in great emotion,
I would like with enchantments,
to tear out your heart,
tear out your heart
and eat it with kisses.

Ay la ra ra ...
I swear and promise you
as I have always loved you
that if your love is complete
fulfill what you promised me
I don't want another dark-skinned person
wanting what I have wanted

Ay la ra ray la ra ra...
Ladybug, ladybug, remove,
remove my pain and sorrow...
Underneath your shawl,
we spend a good night...
Good is the good memory...
The memory of the one who remembers...
He remembers San Francisco...
San Francisco is not Esteban...
Esteban is not a saint...
A saint is the one who prays...
The fathers pray matins...
Matins are not complete...
The tricks were complete...
The tricks of a sorcerer...
A sorcerer is the one who weaves...
The woman weaves her fabric...
The fabric of good sifting...
Sifting of flour and rope...
The rope of the pigs...
The pigs eat grass...
From the grass wheat is born...
Wheat is what is sown...
It is sown because it is customary
said an old man passing by,
and they threw him into the fire
because he didn't know how to rhyme
and they threw him into the fire
because he didn't know how to rhyme.