Romance quinceañero [English translation]

Daughter of a high society doctor,

Used to having everything in her home

She is fifteen years old and the youngest daughter

They will give a birthday party in her honor.

The newspaper announced, all on pedestal

The high class of the city would attend.

Someone hired a musical group

Creole music, because that's what the dad wanted.

The day arrived, everything was normal

When they called the band to act

But something happened, when he started singing

A young man threw his verses to improvise

To improvise...

"What a beautiful face you have, lady

That look dazzles, surprises, incites

To kiss your mouth, beautiful birthday girl

God bless you."

She looked at the singer and gave him a smile,

The magic they call love was born so fast

And half an hour later they were talking alone

She fell in love at first sight.

Time passed, love grew

But secretly, the father didn't know

She gave her love, he received it

And in body and soul they gave themselves with passion.

She promised, he also swore

To love each other to death with the blessing of God.

But something happened; her body changed

The product of love grew in her womb,

Her father noticed the external change

And without hesitation he asked her:

"Who made you pregnant?"

And she said aloud:

"The man that I love, that singer of folklore,

My great love..."

The anguished, angry, and hurt father told her:

"I do not allow you to bring a child,

What is high society going to say?

If you have not married yet."

That dad forced her to have an abortion

Where she also died without being possible avoid it,

Someone asked: "Who is responsible?

He must be punished."

The father replied:

"It was the boyfriend who planned

Without my permission

The abortion where my girl died..."

With his money he convicted

And in prison he locked

That boy, innocent

Of the committed error.

And I want to confess you

That poor boy is not me...

I just sing

The story that in jail

He told me.

Larairararaaii, larairararaaii

Let this serve as an example to love...

Larairararaaii, larairararaaii

May the blue blood finally change color...

Larairararaaii, larairararaaii

That innocent boy is not me...

Larairararaaii, larairararaaii

• Artist:Luis Silva