I got married in the mountain
where there was a lot of pan
my mother's oven
created the brambles in the summer
I walked past your door
to see your cleanliness
i the stirring pot
tiñala on top of the table
Your open door
I never feel like sitting down
if I have to eat it
sinon ireno ghañar
You look at me sideways
I look at you with a frown
what blame do I have
for your distrust
Anda and say to your mother
que en los labios no take me
so here you are saying
that she is rich and I am poor
Adespacio caballero
I am a girl and I don't have a mother
I can't create her lechugha
for strong vinegar

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