I got married in the mountains
where there was a lot of bread
and my mother-in-law's oven
raised the forests in the summer
I passed by your door
to see your cleanliness
and the potty
I had it on the table
Your porta pringallo
I never went to sit down
if I have it I will eat it
otherwise I will win
You look at me from the side
and I frown at you
what fault do I have
for your distrust
Go and tell your mother
that on the lips no take me
go around saying
that she is rich and I am poor
Adespacio gentleman
I am a girl and I have no mother
letchugha is not grown
for such strong vinegar