La Chilindrina
Concha divina, preciosa chilindrina
De trenza pueblerina, me gustas al-amar
Ven dame un bísquet de siento en boca y lima
Chamuco sin harina, pambazo de agua y sal
La otra semana te vi muy campechana
Pero hoy en la mañana panqué me ibas a dar
Deja esos cuernos para otros polvorones
Que sólo son picones de novia en un volcán
Si me haces pan de muerto
Te doy tu pan de caja
Te llevo de corbata
De oreja hasta el panteón
Allí están los gusanos
Pa' tus preciosos huesos
Nomás no te hagas rosca
Que te irá del cocol
A mi chorreada la quiero ver polveada
Todita apastelada, aquí en mi corazón
Concha querida, te ves entelerida
Pareces monja juida, tú que eras un cañón
Te di tu anillo, tu casa de ladrillo
Y ahora, puro bolillo, me sales con que no
Quieres de un brinco tu pan de a dos por cinco
Ganancia en veinticinco y tus timbres de pilón
The Chilindrina
Divine shell, precious Chilindrina
With peasant braid, I like you to love
Come give me a biscuit of feeling in mouth and lime
Devil without flour, bread soaked in water and salt
Last week I saw you very casual
But today in the morning you were going to give me pancake
Leave those horns for other sweet breads
That are only spicy for a girlfriend in a volcano
If you make me bread of the dead
I'll give you your sliced bread
I'll take you by the tie
From ear to the cemetery
There are the worms
For your precious bones
Just don't play dumb
Or you'll go from the coconut
I want to see my soaked one all powdered
All cake-like, here in my heart
Dear shell, you look all dressed up
You seem like a Jewish nun, you who were a bomb
I gave you your ring, your brick house
And now, all I get is bread roll, you come out saying no
You want in one jump your two-for-five bread
Profit in twenty-five and your extra stamps