Al Gurugu Guruguero
A un santo Cristo de acero
Yo le hice de que llorara,
Que cuando el santo Cristo lloró
Sería de carne humana.
Al gurugú guruguero,
Yo no me caso
Porque no quiero.
Pobrecita de mi mare,
Llorando de pena está,
Que vienen los lunares
Buscando a mí hermano Juan.
Yo no quiero que me hables,
Si en el mundo hay mala gente
Pero como tú no hay naide.
Ay, que bueno está
Por la mañanita
Mantequita y pan.
To the Gurugu Guruguero
To a steel Christ
I made him cry,
That when the holy Christ cried
It would be of human flesh.
To the gurugú guruguero,
I won't get married
Because I don't want to.
Poor my mother,
Crying in sorrow,
Here come the moles
Looking for my brother Juan.
I don't want you to talk to me,
If in the world there are bad people
But like you, there's no one.
Oh, how good it is
In the morning
Butter and bread.
Escrita por: Gómez Francisco Sánchez