Mi Chiquita

The little one that I have
as dark as ebony
I wouldn't trade her for anyone,
for any other woman.

She sings, dances, sews,
and above all,
sir, how she walks.

When they come to look for her,
to eat, to dance,
she has to take me or bring me.

She tells me, my darling,
you can't leave me,
look for me, look for me,
look for me to enjoy.