Mañana de Mañanita
Los Chalchaleros
Early Morning
They call me Blondie,
because I love a little blonde:
who wouldn't like
to bathe in holy water?
They call me Blackie,
because I loved a brunette:
who wouldn't like
to have something good?
The woman who loves me
must be to my liking,
must come out,
when I say so.
That's what they've told me
they're saying
that someone else is the owner,
and I'm just summarizing.
A man from Santiago has died,
because his time has come:
make the holy cross for him
with two pods of carob.
The love of an old man
is like that of a bantam rooster:
jumping and not reaching
is how he spends the whole year.
Yesterday I passed by your house:
I asked who had died,
your sister came out and said to me:
- damn, you're so curious.
That's what they've told me
they're saying
that someone else is the owner,
and I'm just presuming.
