Cleta Dominga - Cri-Cri

Afuera de su cabaña

Ya casi al amanecer

Una negrita pequeña

Tenía el capricho de ver

De ver brillar en el cielo

La luna tropical

Esa luna de nacar

Redonda maraca

Que sale del mar

La negrita Cleta Dominga

Curucutí, curucutá

Quiere ver que salga la luna

Curucutí, curucutá

Pero estaba el cielo nublado

Curucutí, curucutá

Me atormenta verte llorando

No llores negra que ya saldrá

Me atormenta verte llorosa

Hey primorosa no llores más!

Y como en boca de lobo

La obscuridad se cerró

Sin un clarito en las nubes

Ni tan siquiera un tirón

Más la negrita esperaba

No hacía más que esperar

A esa luna de plata

Que sale temblando

Mojada del mar

La negrita Cleta Dominga

Curucutí, curucutá

Quiere ver que salga la luna

Curucutí, curucutá

Pero estaba el cielo nublado

Curucutí, curucutá

Me atormenta verte llorando

No llores negra que ya saldrá

Me atormenta verte llorosa

Hey primorosa no llores más!

outside his cabin

almost at dawn

a little bold

I had the whim to see

To see shine in the sky

the tropical moon

that mother-of-pearl moon

round maraca

that comes out of the sea

The bold Cleta Dominga

curucutí, curucutá

He wants to see the moon rise

curucutí, curucutá

But the sky was cloudy

curucutí, curucutá

It torments me to see you crying

Don't cry black, it will come out

It torments me to see you tearful

Hey gorgeous don't cry anymore!

And as in the mouth of a wolf

The darkness closed

Without a clearing in the clouds

not even a tug

More the bold expected

I did nothing but wait

To that silver moon

that comes out trembling

wet from the sea

The bold Cleta Dominga

curucutí, curucutá

He wants to see the moon rise

curucutí, curucutá

But the sky was cloudy

curucutí, curucutá

It torments me to see you crying

Don't cry black, it will come out

It torments me to see you tearful

Hey gorgeous don't cry anymore!