Los Piconeros
Amália Rodrigues
The Piconeros
The moon has hidden away,
moon, oh moon
She’s opened her window,
the piconera, the piconera, oh,
and the piconero
heads to the mountains singing
with the morning star, with the morning star.
The day is coming,
the day is coming, babe, (Repeat)
shining bright over
the olive groves (Repeat).
Oh, tell me yes,
oh, tell me no,
like no one’s ever wanted,
I want you so.
The piconero
with the picon
because of you, my little trouble, I’m feeling (Repeat)
black, my little heart (Repeat).
My piconero wears
a sash of silk,
and a fancy embroidered
velvet shirt,
and on his hat, babe,
on his hat,
a ribbon that says:
"I’d die for you."
The day is coming,
the day is coming, babe, (Repeat)
shining bright over
the olive groves (Repeat).
Oh, tell me yes,
oh, tell me no,
like no one’s ever charmed you,
I want you so.
My piconero with the picon
because of you, my little trouble, I’m feeling (Repeat)
black, my little heart (Repeat).
