La Canelera
Ya te vi mi chaparrita
Ya no te pierdo de vista
No seras pero pareces
De las que traigo en mi lista
Sirvame unas tres canelas
Endulzadas por sus manos
Para tomarlas ahorita
Y mas al ratito nos vamos
No te quero ver con otro
Ni que andes de canelera
Ahora te vas a ir conmigo
Aunque tu mama no quiera
Si hay alguno que se pique
Por que te trate de amores
No le temo a los balazos
Madre mia a los dolores
Si hay alguno que se pique
De esos que andan en la bola
Traigo parque en mi fajilla
Seis tiros en la pistola
Por ahi va la despedida
Por las puntas de una higuera
Aqui se acaban cantando
Versos de la canelera
The Cinnamon Girl
I saw you, my little one
I won't lose sight of you
You may not be, but you look
Like the ones I have on my list
Serve me three cinnamon drinks
Sweetened by her hands
To drink them now
And later we'll go
I don't want to see you with another
Or that you're a cinnamon girl
Now you're going to go with me
Even if your mom doesn't want
If there's anyone who gets mad
Because I treat you with love
I'm not afraid of gunshots
My goodness, the pains
If there's anyone who gets mad
Those who hang out in the group
I have ammo in my belt
Six shots in the gun
There goes the farewell
By the tips of a fig tree
Here they end up singing
Verses of the cinnamon girl