¡Araca La Cana!

Plow the cane
I'm already engriyao
A pair of black eyes have deceived me
Deep, dark and brave eyes
Sharp and fierce, they hurt when they look at you
With the shine of steel, they are going to kill me
Out of fear, looking at them, my heart has failed
Plow the cane
I'm already engriyao

I who was mixed up
On a thousand and one occasions
And in all of them I have looked good
I who have played the bard
Whole heart
Without disgust or care
Like a fool I come to skewer myself
In this dagger that is going to kill me
If it is to believe in God's thing
That to the most capable handsome man
His heart failed