Chapolera

At the estate of my love
my mother was a coffee picker
from the coffee-growing region
a butterfly in bloom. (repeat)

The most beautiful of all
that's why one day her boss
seeing her fell in love
and wanted to make her his wife

How come, her boss, what a man!
That can't be!
How come!
if I'm not for you
How come!
I was born from the earth
among coffee plants
How come, her boss, what a man!
I can't love
How come!
a man like you
How come!
who just because he's charming
thinks he can have me
How come, her boss, what a man! (repeat)
(repeat)

My mother replied
without realizing
that her heart had already been played
by fate (repeat)

That's how she met love
oh, to my misfortune
from that love I was born
the story repeated itself