Like from the fruit trees
From the top of a peach tree
And the kings of Spain
Alfonsito of Borbon
Where do you go Alfonsito?
Where do you go to?
I go to look for Mercedes
Who last night I did not see
Mercedita is dead
Dead is the one I saw
Seven dukes mourned her
All of them from love for you
When I entered the palace
A dark shadow I saw
The further I moved from it
The closer it came to me
Don't be afraid, Alfonsito,
Don't be afraid of me
I am your wife, Mercedes,
I come to bid you farewell
If you are my wife Mercedes
Throw your arms around me
The arms that embraced you
Are now buried in the ground