Paroles et traduction Baltazar Velasco - La Naranjera

La Naranjera

Pinotepa de Don Luis que bellas son tus mujeres
De tu suelo es la trigueña que me robó mis quereres
Las pochotas que te adornan y tu tradicion no muere
Invitas el pan de pico y fabrica el pozahuanco
Apenas se cubre el pecho con ese huipil tan blanco
Naranjera si me quieres no me hagas sufrir tanto
Pasando yo por tus montes me encontré una chiquiyuma
Y no la pude yo cortar porque andaba yo bien juma
Pues probé de tu aguardiente pa'que nadie me presuma
Pinotepa de Don Luis te he compuesto esta chilena
Que la canten tus bohemios y la baile mi trigueña
Ya me despido cantando bajo luz de luna llena

The Orange Seller

Pinotepa de Don Luis, how beautiful are your women
From your soil is the wheat-colored woman, who stole my affections
The pochotas that adorn you and your tradition never die
You offer bread and make pozahuanco
She barely covers her chest with that white huipil
Orange seller, if you love me, don't make me suffer so much
Passing through your mountains, I found a chiquiyuma
And I couldn't cut it because I was too drunk
Because I tasted your brandy so that no one would presume to scold me
Pinotepa de Don Luis, I have composed this Chilean song for you
May your bohemians sing it and my wheat-colored girl dance to it
I say goodbye singing under the full moon