La Sifrina de Puerto Rico

I don't know why my destiny
Always grabs me and takes me straight
Where I don't want to go and even if I wanted, I can't
Reach higher where the fruits are ripe
Even though I don't grab enough, I settle for a little

That's why I want to tell you
The big disappointment I had in Puerto Rico
A girl with a snobby face
Asked another, 'Where is that dark-skinned guy from?'
And since she saw me polished, she thought I was rich

Knowing she liked it
She made everything easy for me like a low-hanging mango
Me, a tourist in love
And a little tipsy, I fell into the trap gently

I told her I had
In my land a paradise
A farm with lots of cattle
And everything was beautiful
Purebred horses
Worth a hundred thousand and some
And in Calabozo del Guarico
I had a tremendous building

Listening to my lies
She said: 'My dear, my love
When I go to Venezuela
I'll definitely visit you
But before I leave
I'll let you know first
And when I arrive in your town
I'll ask around and then find you

When I returned
I went to the mountain where I have my little ranch
But it didn't even cross my mind
That it's not far from here to Puerto Rico
And that planes fly back and forth there every little while

Exactly a week later
I was hanging my hammock
And a helicopter was flying almost on the roof
Of the palm ranch I have in Conuquito
And in the yard, I had left some plantains roasting

What a surprise it was
When I saw the snob land in that thing
I thought of running away
But how could I when the girl had already seen me?

When I tried to run
I stumbled and fell to the ground
And the blessed snob
If they knew what she did
She beat me to the ground
And said to me, 'Look, boy
I came to collect the bread oven
That I sold you in Puerto Rico

When you went to the mine
You swore you were rich
Today that I come to your place
I discover you're a poor guy
And you wanted to marry a snob
You've got your eye on the wrong one
I'm leaving for my land
And don't be so naive!

At that time, I had
Working on the farm some old men
My namesake Don Santiago Maldonado
Montano and Alvaro, Betancour and Agapito
And Black Manuel Toledo, they called him 'Tabaquito'

When they came from the mountain
And found me dragging on the floor
They asked if that girl was a Chinese
So karate that she kicked me even in the beak
And she said to them, 'Shut up, black chorizo-colored men'

Guilty were open Mayora
Valerio and Don Miguel Mora who talked to her for a while
Saying: 'That singer
Every time he records, he sells fifteen million records'

When the snob left
I was commenting to myself
I should have asked for food
I don't even have a little bit
I had a sardine
And a box of crackers
And a very hard salted bread
Just to take a bite

I hear that the snob
When she arrived in Puerto Rico
Told her family
That I was a poor crazy guy
Who only had in the jungle
A ranch full of lice
And a group of old workers
Dead of hunger and skinny