El naranjito

In the mountains
I planted a little orange tree
because now I know for sure, yes, that no,
to love a little bit.

In the mountains
I planted an orange grove
because now I know for sure, yes, that no,
to want to forget.

To the zamba and refalosa,
to the same fickle one.
Now yes, now no,
beautiful your eyes and goodbye, goodbye.

Mighty river,
let me pass,
with steel spears,
that yes, that no,
they want to kill me.

Mighty river,
you come flowing down.
They take me prisoner
that yes, that no,
to the police.