Bailecito

They call me a stranger, the nickname they have given me
If I was born in Huacalera and raised in Maimará
Here is the poor one born here, here is what they will do to him
If I haven't harmed anyone, why do they hate him?

Look, I'm drunk and they want to take me to jail
My dear, open the door, let me sleep inside

I have sung, I have danced, and I have done what I could
Only missing you to tell me to go away, damn

I want to be someone else and I can't, it seems like a curse
You have your owner by your side, but I'm thinking of you
My dear, I'm loving you, but your owner is watching
What will your jealous owner do, what will he do if he's not sleeping?

My poor horse suffers along with me
And at the door of the bar
He wakes up chewing the bit

I have sung, I have danced, and I have done what I could...