La Embarazada Del Viento

Mom, will you forgive me
For what I'm going to tell you,
That I went to bed to sleep
And woke up pregnant.
I don't know whose it will be,
I haven't met any men;
This has happened to me
Without any intention,
I think it will be a bad wind
That I had upon waking up.

Daughter, you don't make me believe
Not even with your knowledge, marina,
This only happens to the hen
The wind makes her lay eggs.
The woman has not been born
Who stops a hurricane;
Be it from Pedro, be it from Juan,
I'll figure it out by the face
And it's more than you would deny me,
I know who comes home.

Finally, the day came
To give birth to the daughter.
She looked like Jesus
In the nose, the child,
And in the neck, Isaiah
And in the mouth, Crispiniano,
And in the eyes, Luciano,
In the cheeks, Juancho,
And in the ears, Pancho
And in the hair, Don Asiano.

This child began to walk,
Changed to another appearance;
He looked like Daniel
And in height, Eliasar,
And in the knee, Pilar,
In the bent, Simeon.
With so many comparisons
His mother came to believe
That her daughter was the woman
Who gave birth to a strong wind.