El Ritmo de María

She,
who is almost blood of my blood.
She,
the most beautiful and darkest.
She,
who drives all the kids crazy.
She,
Who knows well she's my princess.
A song
talks about her
that even the sun itself
is envious of her.
And her heart
cries when she sees
that her boy already,
no longer loved her.
And a lerelerele...
It's for Maria.
Maria's rhythm
And inside her
she carries the illusion
of childhood
of sweet Maria.
Everything remained
in a sad goodbye
when I sang to her
Ay! through bulerías.
And a lerelerele...
It's for Maria.
That in the balconies of my house
there are no rumors,
that the only thing that enters
is the freshness of the flowers.
Ole with ole, if my 'mare'
has clean balconies.
Ay! rosemary, rosemary, rosemary
let the bad out and the good in.
Ole with ole, if she has the whole house
filled with scents.