Primera de Jarana (picarescas)

I had a black woman
Who wore a wig
I don't know what happened
That her hair fell out.

Manuel mixed for whim
Mixed the meat of the male
Yesterday a drunkard said:
A lot of male mixes Manuel.

Here I am because I have come
Because I have come, here I am
If they give me a bad look
As I came, I'll leave.

I complain because it hurts me
Because if I didn't complain
Who is the one who complains
If nothing ever hurts him?

The clock of San Andres
Is accurate but little
As it is the creation of a madman
It gives the hours backwards.

I saw the bedbug playing the harp
The hen sewing
The mouse singing in mass
And the cat learning to read.

I saw a funeral pass by
I asked who was dying
And the priest replied:
Those who are going to bury.

They have already started to dance
The rose with the carnation
The carnation wilting
And the rose blooming.

What happened, happened
And step by step, happening
Happening it is forgotten
What happened, happened.

Black the burning chapel
Black the dead and his coffin
Inside people cry
Outside they say bless you.