Negrita de mis amores...

My love, little black girl,
I'm suffering for you,
If you don't want to love me,
then tell me when.

My love, my darling,
so pretty and capricious,
you're like sweet sugar cane,
so sweet and tasty.

Little black girl, don't abandon me,
because I can't die,
if I die in your arms,
I know you'll suffer.

My love, my sorrows,
I suffer for your love.
Tell everyone yes,
but don't tell them when.
That's what you told me,
that's why I live crying.