Los Cuatro Muleros

Of the four muleteers
My dear mama who go to the water

The one with the gray mule
My dear mama steals my soul

It's raining in the field
My dear mama a love gets wet

Who would be a little tree
My dear mama full of leaves

Why look for the fire
My dear mama up the street

If from your face comes
My dear mama the live coal

Be quiet, be quiet
I have you covered
Little things that nobody knows

I don't love anyone
As long as my partner lives

Oh, don't touch my donkey
Calling her a gardener
She breaks the car's shafts