Justicia Criolla

Have you come to arrest me? I'm ready.
The jail does no harm to men.
Here they have me! I don't resist!
I am avenged! I am the criminal!
At last I could drown my deep sorrows!
What do I care about the others that will come!
I will not regret my good times,
the bad ones, as they come, will go away.

Before, allow me to give
a kiss to my poor little daughter;
who has been left orphaned,
in the bosom of the home.
Come here, my darling!,
stay with the neighbor;
her father is going to the corner,
he will be back soon.

Let's go, quickly, officer! And don't be surprised,
at the tears you see in my eyes!
I have said that jail is for men,
and there I go, even if I die in it!...
It's just that I think of this angel that I leave
and I shed tears unintentionally!...
Furthermore, I say, my skin
I know well little and it will be worth nothing.
Tomorrow, when she is a young woman,
know the end of the mother
that she doesn't think the father,
a drunkard, a criminal!
Tell her that I have died,
because she was a libertine:
please, my neighbor!
Let's go, Mr. Officer!