Here am I coming
Madam Maria Rosa,
I got up very early
and the day break is rainy.
The Indian has left me,
she won't come back to my hut,
go ahead, give me a drink
Madam Maria Rosa.
She only told me
that she was going to town,
I didn't believe that
she was telling the truth.
Damn be that day
when I thought she was good;
pass me another drink
I want to kill my pain.
To think that the wedding day
was about to be,
and how beautiful looked
my ranch up there in the hill!
For her I have left
my beloved old guys,
my oxen and my plow,
my coffee plantation in bloom.
I will see her tomorrow
dying of boredom,
her life destroyed,
and without my love.
Happiness is a flower for a day;
fill up my cup
for this pain of mine,
madam Maria Rosa.