La Canelera

The Cinnamon Girl

La Canelera

I saw you, my little oneYa te vi mi chaparrita
I won't lose sight of youYa no te pierdo de vista
You may not be, but you lookNo seras pero pareces
Like the ones I have on my listDe las que traigo en mi lista
Serve me three cinnamon drinksSirvame unas tres canelas
Sweetened by her handsEndulzadas por sus manos
To drink them nowPara tomarlas ahorita
And later we'll goY mas al ratito nos vamos

I don't want to see you with anotherNo te quero ver con otro
Or that you're a cinnamon girlNi que andes de canelera
Now you're going to go with meAhora te vas a ir conmigo
Even if your mom doesn't wantAunque tu mama no quiera

If there's anyone who gets madSi hay alguno que se pique
Because I treat you with lovePor que te trate de amores
I'm not afraid of gunshotsNo le temo a los balazos
My goodness, the painsMadre mia a los dolores

If there's anyone who gets madSi hay alguno que se pique
Those who hang out in the groupDe esos que andan en la bola
I have ammo in my beltTraigo parque en mi fajilla
Six shots in the gunSeis tiros en la pistola

There goes the farewellPor ahi va la despedida
By the tips of a fig treePor las puntas de una higuera
Here they end up singingAqui se acaban cantando
Verses of the cinnamon girlVersos de la canelera