Joaquín el necio [English translation]

I was so used

to sleeping accompanied,

I had loved her so much.

It's been ten years since we married.

Why did you leave, Rosa, my love?

Why you left me for a black man?

Why did you leave, if I love you?

What's that black man got that I haven't?

That's what Silly Joaquín wondered.

He's short and ugly, headstrong,

a tough guy, a cuckold husband, a grumpy father.

An ordinary cobbler. What heel!

Could it be that the black man

have a big dick, a huge schlong.

What whore you're, Rosa, my love.

You’re throwing it all away for a dong!

Could it be that Rosa has gone mad?

You can't love a man only for his privates.

Because inside a man there's many more things.

I have a lot of charm inside me.

Silly Joaquín was complaining like

the jealous real macho man he was.

I forgive you, Rosa, my love,

but what that guy has done is unforgivable.

I castrate that black man, because he's a thief.

What heartache!

When the last shoe of day was ready,

Joaquín went out.

Knife in hand, summer sunlight.

He found them in a downtown bar.

He entered the bar and then, it went quiet.

Bar customers drained their glasses.

All of a sudden, Silly Joaquín chopped off

the black man whole stick.

Rosa was crying over the bar,

the black man bleeding to death on the floor.

Joaquín wiped his knife.

Bar customers drank again.

Joaquín! What's up, cuckold?

How much passion!

Joaquín watched that amputated body part,

and really that was very little.

What would have the damn black man?

What's that black man got that I haven't?

Could it be that Rosa has gone mad.

Why you left me for this black man?

Why did you leave if I have it much bigger.

There's no contest!

Silly Joaquin wept with rage,

he didn’t understand anything, he asked to heaven.

Bar customers filled their glasses

and they answered him with one voice:

Why is it, Joaquín, why?

Why is it?

It's because the black man is better than you!

He hasn't wickedness, nor evil heart.

The black man is better than you,

He’s kinder and funnier than you.

The black man is better than you,

he hasn't treachery, he's a nice man.

The black man is better than you,

He’s more honest, more hardworking.

• Artist:Albert Pla