Negrita Martina
Escuche, negrita martina
La copla chiquita que el rey va a dejar
Y ponga motita en la almohada
Que usté está cansada de tanto esperar
Su madre está en el arroyo
Lavando la ropa de amita leonor
Su padre ha vuelto cansado
No vendió un plumero, le trajo una flor
Martina, melchor ya lo sabe
"Tú no comes rosas; tú precisas pan"
Rey mago de los niños pobres
No te trajo harina, tan sólo canción
Abrace, negrita martina
La copla chiquita que el rey le dejó
Y ponga motita en la almohada
Que usté está cansada de tanto esperar
Little Black Martina
Listen, little black Martina
The small song that the king is going to leave
And put a little speck on the pillow
Because you are tired of waiting so much
Your mother is at the stream
Washing the clothes of Miss Leonor
Your father has returned tired
He didn't sell a duster, he brought a flower
Martina, Melchor already knows
'You don't eat roses; you need bread'
Magi king of the poor children
He didn't bring you flour, just a song
Embrace, little black Martina
The small song that the king left you
And put a little speck on the pillow
Because you are tired of waiting so much