A Monteros

To her who likes everyone to mention her
With a guitar and a bombo legüero
To her who likes to be serenaded
That's why my song names you Monteros

To her who would see me as a chango watching
The warm ingenio with a heart of iron
To her who is dressed in green by the canes
That's why I name you in my song Monteros

And sweeter than your guarapos
Are the girls in your town
I know that through your sugar veins
All the joy awakens, my beautiful Monteros

To her whom the poet saw early
Humming tunes of homemade wines
And left in her sky the gallant rose
That's why my song names you Monteros

To her who in November asks the crickets
Once again for the song of the cane cutter
To her who likes to be serenaded
That's why my song names you Monteros