I burn with such fury, could weep;
A volkano rages in my white chest.
You told me: You\'re*cucaracha*—
That simply means \"cockroach -beetle”.
Chorus
For *cucaracha*, that *cucaracha*,
I will have my revenge.
I won\'t shed a tear—no, I won\'t cry—
But I will not forgive the slight.
It ill becomes me to be a chatterbox,
Or to be as combative as a goat.
I’ll simply find that pretty girl of yours
And scratch her eyes right out.
Chorus
Let the gypsy girl be dark and swarthy—
Such, after all, is the law of fate.
But then why, oh why, guaranteed
You\'re in love with a cockroach so long?
Chorus
For that *cucaracha*, for that *cucaracha*,
I will have my revenge.
I’ll outwit you, I’ll make a fool of you,
If only I so choose.
I know: sooner or may be later,
You\'ll return to my humble shack.
And once again, into the little paws
You’ll surrender your big heart.
Chorus
I’m a *cucaracha*, I am a *cucaracha*—
How could I be anything else?
But I’m not crying—no, I’m not crying—
For you will be mine, come what may!