Qué pajarillo es aquél,
Que canta en aquella higuera?
Anda díle que no cante
Que espere a que a que yo me muera.

Toma esta cajita de oro,
Mira lo que lleva adentro,
Lleva amores, lleva celos,
Y un poco de sentimiento.

Ya con esta me despido,
Con el alma entristecida,
Ya te cante los dolores
Y las penas de mu vida.....Ay!

What swallow is that,
That sings in that fig tree?
Go and tell him to stop singing
For he hopes I will die from it.

Take this small box of gold,
See what I am putting in it,
Put in loves, put in jealousy,
And a little bit of sentiment

Either with this I take leave,
With my soul so deeply saddened,
Or I'll sing you all my sorrows
And the pains of my sad life.....Ay!