La Inhumana
Violeta Parra
The Inhuman
On Monday morning
Going out for a walk, Inés,
I met the inhuman
And said prostrated at her feet.
Miss, if you accept me,
I will give you my heart.
And she answered angrily
Today cannot be.
Tomorrow at nightfall.
On Tuesday, the second day,
I stopped at her door
Very attentive, very affable,
Very cheerful and very courteous.
Miss, if you accept me,
I will give you my heart.
And she answered angrily
Today cannot be.
Tomorrow at nightfall.
On Wednesday afternoon
Leaving the café
I was with her mother by her side.
Alas, yes, I will tell her.
Miss,
The promise from yesterday.
And she answered angrily
Today cannot be.
Tomorrow at nightfall.
On Thursday at noon
Leaving work
Upon finding her she said:
Sir, let me pass.
Miss,
The promise from yesterday.
And she answered angrily
Today cannot be.
Tomorrow at nightfall.
On Friday morning
I stopped at her door
Until I managed to tell her
The promise from yesterday.
Miss, if you accept me,
I will give you my heart.
And she answered angrily
Today cannot be.
Tomorrow at nightfall.
On Saturday of eight centuries
One is allowed to work,
But by the Roman church
On Sunday to rest.
Sir, go for a walk.
Miss,
The promise from yesterday.
And she answered angrily
Today cannot be.
Tomorrow at nightfall.
