Oro y plata

A brooch of aquamarine and a sterling silver he gave you.
Your black man, who was very poor, had no penny for love.
A brown piece of fine clothing for your ruin convinced you.
I say a mulatto woman fell in love for gold and silver.

Ay!
Beating and beating, the leather of the drum strikes
with chocolate hands, the black man who lost her;
rolling and rolling, just like a coin,
with clothes of tulle and silk, the black woman who lied to him.
All the drums are beating,
But their eyes are crying,
that a brown man with a stiff neck
smoking a cigar took her away.

Ay!
Keep going,
Don't suffer or curse her,
heaven also punishes
the fault of ambition.
Hands on the drum
while your sorrow, cries and cries.
I say it's a treasure
of silver and gold, your heart.

Your heart.
Your heart.

A brooch and a sterling silver
were the ruin of a passion.
A brown man with ten coins
lined your heart with silk.
Silver is always silver
that wounds and kills without mercy,
I say a mulatto woman
fell in love for gold and silver... ay...