In the morning about 10 o'clock
with the errand one day I saw you go by,
you were waving the basket so beautiful,
and without thinking I had to reach you.
I felt like the fruit you were carrying,
To remove a little bit of heat,
And you told me to take whatever you want
And I got the best from the errand.
But to the square one morning you left,
With the promise of soon returning
Very ornate you took the basket
And that fruit to other hands went to stop.
Even if I want to forget you I can not anymore,
If your love will never come back
An orange you left me of memory,
Without your basket the heat will kill me
And I could not find another basket,
Pure cigars is what I see happening
It has the so dried fruit bruised,
That the heats can not turn off.
And I did not want to give my love to a chiquihuite,
Because without antler you can not grab
I always miss that swing of your basket
that at first he knew how to refresh.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)