Martina was fifteen years old when her love gave me up
When I turned sixteen, a betrayal occurred to me
And they were in the conquest
When the husband arrived
What are you doing Martina, you are not in your color
I've been sitting here
I couldn't sleep
If you don't trust me, don't separate from me
Whose gun is that?
Whose watch is that? br/>Whose horse is that neighing in my corral
That horse is very much yours, your dad is sending it to you
So that you can attend the wedding
From your youngest sister
Ayy poor Martina paresis pande
Sera lemon green tava they shut her up with
Hands in the red ohy
I want horses if I have horses
What I want is for you to tell me
Who slept in my bed
In your bed no one sleeps when you are not here
If you distrust me, do not separate from me
And I take her parents by the hand I carry
I am sure Martina is here that a betrayal has happened to me
Take yours, my son-in-law, the church will give her to you
And if she has betrayed you, I am not to blame
They raised her more ±osa came out, a crafty rustler, a troublemaker
Poor poor old man
Incadita on her knees, just a few shots were fired at her
The horse's friend didn't even return for the saddle