Suerte Chaparra

Oh, what short luck
my path, destiny
twisted it for me.
But by holy God
my tears, if I
endure, flow into songs.

I'm poor, I don't deny it
I curse it, but then
I jump over it.
That's how us poor ones are
suffering but silent
and even if we're screwed
we'll know how to laugh.

In the rich, this joy
is a good stitch,
in the poor, it's drunkenness,
short luck.

Friends, don't be discouraged
don't worry or weaken
we must endure.
Don't be like rabbits
mysterious from afar
if you're going to grow old
well, we must endure.