Lyrics and translation Francisco Montoya - Cucarachero Araucano

Cucarachero Araucano

Cucarachero Araucano, que cantas de mañanita.
Por este río agua abajo, hoy paso mi morenita
Dime si iba en la proa o al lado del motorista.
Si yo cabía en la canoa ¿Por qué se vendría solita?
Desde que supe su ausencia, cucarachero, el pensar me mortifica.
Dígame si accidentan, miro la verdad Clarita.
Que duermen en una orilla y eso no se justifica
Voy a buscar quién me lleve mañana a Boca Arauquita,
Para ver si alguien de atreve a darme la feliz noticia:
Que iba sentada en el medio muy triste por los caricias.
Yo no creo ir me traicione.
Confío en mi muñequita.
No tendría más iluciones si ella acepta otra conquista
Los besitos de sus labios en mi boca son reliquias,
Sería para mí un agravio si otro abusa y me la quita.
Cucarachero Araucano, del río vaquiano, te veo con una malisia.
Pensarás que me haces daño,
Si me dices que sumisa, ella jugaba con el y su pelo con la brisa.
Claro que sería un martirio.
Sería un martirio que para matar no avisa,
Si mi linda flor de lirio no hace su paseo a prisa,
Yo hasta moriría por celos al faltarme su sonrisa

Cockroach from Araucania

Cockroach from Araucania, who sings at dawn.
Down this river today my little brunette passed by
Tell me if she was in the bow or next to the motorman.
If I fit in the canoe, why would she come alone?
Ever since I learned of her absence, little cockroach, thinking about it has been killing me.
Tell me if they had an accident, I want to know the truth, Clarita.
That they are sleeping on the shore and it is not right
I'm going to look for someone to take me tomorrow to Boca Arauquita,
To see if someone will give me the good news:
That she was sitting in the middle, very sad because of the caresses.
I don't think she would betray me.
I trust my little doll.
I would have no more dreams if she takes another lover
The kisses from her lips on my mouth are precious,
It would be an offense to me if another man takes advantage of it and takes her from me.
Cockroach of Araucania, river expert, I see malice in you.
You think you are hurting me,
If you tell me that submissive, she played with him and her hair blowing in the breeze.
Of course it would be torture.
It would be torture that would kill me without warning,
If my beautiful lily flower doesn't hurry back,
I would die of jealousy if I didn't have her smile