La gota fria [English translation]

Moralito, remember that day

When you were in Uramita

and did not want to make party?

You left early in the morning

Was it because of that grugde from long ago?

When I play the accordion, my notes are extensive

And nobody needs to correct me

To play with him in the feast

Tomorrow morning

On the day of Virgin Mary,

Or he'll defeat me, or I'll defeat him there

So as to finish that argument once and for all

Ay, Morales does not defeat me

Because I don't feel like giving in

Moralito does not defeat me

Because I don't feel like giving in

What good manners would a chumeca indian

like Lorenzo Morales have?

What good manners would he have

Since he was raised amidst fields of cardón cactuses?

Moralito tells my mom lies about me

Just to upset me

And now, just to upset him

I'll tell his lies about him

Moralito was sure that

He would beat me

But when he heard me playing

He sweated cold for fear

After all, he agreeded he had lost

And his ambitions just backfired