Текст и перевод песни Liliana Herrero - Negrita Martina

Negrita Martina

Escuche, negrita Martina,
La copla chiquita que el rey va a dejar
Y ponga motita en la almohada,
Que usté está cansada de tanto esperar.

Su madre está en el arroyo
Lavando la ropa de amita Leonor.
Su padre ha vuelto cansado:
No vendió un plumero, le trajo una flor.

Martina, Melchor ya lo sabe:
"Tú no comes rosas; tú precisas pan".
Rey mago de los niños pobres
No te trajo harina, tan sólo canción.

Abrace, negrita Martina,
La copla chiquita que el rey le dejó
Y ponga motita en la almohada,
Que usté está cansada de tanto esperar

Lovely Martina

Listen, lovely Martina,
To the sweet song that the king will leave
And put some fluff in your pillow,
Because you are tired of waiting so long.

Your mother is at the stream
Washing the clothes of mistress Leonor.
Your father has come back tired:
He did not sell a feather duster, he brought you a flower.

Martina, Melchor already knows:
"You do not eat roses; you need bread".
Magi King of the poor children
He did not bring you flour, only a song.

Embrace, lovely Martina,
The sweet song that the king left you
And put some fluff in your pillow,
Because you are tired of waiting so long