Here I start to sing
To the beat of the vigüela
That to the man who reveals it
An extraordinary sorrow
Like the solitary bird
He consoles himself with singing
Become a friend of the judge
Don't give him something to complain about
And when he wants to get angry
You have to shrink
Well, it's always good to have
Palenque and go scratch yourself
You don't envy anyone
It's very sad to envy
When you see someone else win
Don't get in the way metás
Each piglet in its tit
It is the way to suckle
And if I sing this way
For finding it appropriate
It is not for bad for none
But for the good of all

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