El Platanito

Why do you cry, little charapita
If your husband is not dead
If you want your little plantain
I will give it to you at night

Don't play dumb
You're not crying for your husband
You cry for his little plantain

The scoundrel is the biggest
It's what you like the most
The little guava plantain

Listen to me, charapita, how you like my little plantain
And the songs in my room, harmony 10

There are green and ripe plantains
There are green and ripe plantains