Teresina

Up there on that hill lived a widow,
she had a daughter, named Teresina,
and the one who courted her was a prince from Spain.
Times pass, times come, Teresina pregnant,
her mother, upon finding out, began to pray,
may you burn in fire, may you be burned in fire.
The prince, upon hearing, fell very ill in bed,
they called seven doctors, the best in Spain.
Some say he's dying, others say it's nothing,
except for the oldest doctor who looked and stayed silent,
what are you looking at, good doctor, why so silent?
I'm telling you, Don Diego, prepare your soul,
three hours of life he has, and an hour and a half has passed
and an hour and a half remains to prepare his soul.
The king, his father, heard from the high towers,
my son won't last long, my soul won't last long.
My father lasted long enough, until God called him.
There you have Teresa, pregnant Teresina,
father, don't take away from what I gave her,
unless it's a gold ring I gave her out of love.
If you gave her one of gold, I'll give her one of silver,
if she brings a daughter, she'll be a nun at Santa Clara,
if she brings a son, he'll be a prince of Spain.
And in the midst of these words, Teresina arrived.
Where are you coming from, Teresa, so tired and fatigued?
I come from Santo Domingo, from hearing mass at Santa Clara,
from praying to the god of heaven to get him out of this bed.
Out of this bed, if indeed, it won't be long,
this bed, if indeed, tomorrow morning,
three hours of life I have, and an hour and a half has passed
and an hour and a half remains to prepare my soul.
Teresina, upon hearing this, feels the pain in her soul,
feels the pain in her belly and falls ill in bed.
May you burn in fire, may you be burned in fire.
He dies at midnight, Teresina in the morning,
they opened her belly and a beautiful child is born,
they placed the three together in a silver coffin
and here ends the story of the princes of Spain.