Ivette

At the door of a bar
A drunken pimp
Remembering his past
That a girl ditched him
Among the sugarcane fumes
This page of history
Resurfaces in his memory
That engraved in his heart

Bulín, I don't see you anymore
Catrera, I don't touch you
Percanta, I don't catch you
Because you left with another
Girl, you were the charm
Of all the young people
And for a silly thing
You hooked up with a mishé

What will that jerk give you
That your old man hasn't given you!
Don't you remember that I studied
So that there's no lack of money
Don't you remember when in jail
I copied you in a little notebook
Those beautiful verses
That came from the heart?

Don't you remember that with me
You wore a hat
And that leather belt
That I gave to another girl
Don't you remember that I brought you
A couple of luxurious earrings
That one night to a crook
I stole them from the joint
And with them some boots
With suede shafts
And a stylish skirt
That was made of crepe silk?

Don't you remember that I brought
That lettuce cream
That erased every wrinkle
From your face
And those pink powders
That enhanced your colors
Remembering his loves
The poor pimp cried