Bochinches

My mother didn't rest and worked even when pregnant,
That's why wherever she went, I was inside accompanying her.
And my grandma used to say, 'that's how the deck was dealt!
In the house of the poor, even the fetus works!'

To the boss's mansion, a Black man was invited,
They sent for him as a desperate act.
Unable to cure the boss,
Our white and illustrious doctors
Saint Martin de Porres arrived on the arm of the boss's wife!

She managed her virtue as if it were a taxi:
The passenger went for money, from theory to practice.
Her body, a road that caused many accidents.
Her love, a wounded orphan,
Always looking for relatives.