Jicote Aguamielero

The queen of the bees
Was in the hive
And they told her royal majesty
Someone wants to speak to you

The humble agave beetle entered
Humble by condition
But excited to ask
Ask for her heart

It seems, it seems he doesn't know
Doesn't know who he's talking to
With his big mustache
I'm the queen, the queen because I'm pretty!
And an agave beetle
Doesn't fit with my love

Silent remained the agave beetle
With so much humiliation
To the proud queen of the hive
This is how he replied

I read that we were equals
According to the constitution
I believed in a classless society
But now I see it's not true

And the agave beetle
With rain mustaches
Buzzing returned to his maguey
Without shame on his forehead
Because ultimately
In the shade of the agave leaves he is the king

The queen of the bees
Was sipping honey
And one of her workers shouted
There's that one again

Ordering to close the door
The queen refused
Because her desire is to marry
An emperor

It seems, it seems she doesn't know
Doesn't know who she's dealing with
That dark, pot-bellied one
I'm the queen, the queen because I'm pretty!
And an agave beetle
Doesn't fit with my love

The agave beetle frowned
Bowing in pain
And in his sorrow the unhappy one sang
This is how he bid farewell

Goodbye, beautiful little queen, oh, how badly you treated me
But according to the laws of the country
Here everyone is equal

And the agave beetle
With rain mustaches
Buzzing returned to his maguey
Without shame on his forehead
Because ultimately
In the shade of the agave leaves he is the king