Jenecheru
I go for a little kiss
on nights of light
where my love
there in Santa Cruz.
I bring tapeque
beautiful tucurel
and a little milk
with its puñapel.
When I arrived
she didn't recognize me,
when I whistled to her
she didn't turn back.
With tender emotion
she pushed me away from her heart.
Will she give me her love?
-No
What a disappointment.
For her cruel desire
I will soon die
from her lips that I kissed
I will never forget.
And so it ended
her lledú love
and the yuca dried up
there is no more guapulú