Tirititando de frio

Shivering, shivering, shivering, shivering,
shivering with cold, shivering with cold,
four gypsies were walking along
the edge of a river, shivering with cold,

moon shining in the dark seas,
there moon, aren't you tired of spinning around the old world,
there moon stay with me and don't go away,
because they say sometimes one stays awake at dawn,
at dawn one stays awake, singing flamenco,
there it wasn't worth it, no one will say in life,
a cross on the shoulder that I wish made of gold and ivory,
he left gold and ivory, let me die
because without her I can't live, don't sing to me anymore cicada,
your tune is no longer for me, because I carry a pain in my soul,
like a dagger it pierces me, knowing that when
I sing sighing my fate goes,
under the shade of a tree
and to the rhythm of my guitar, I sing joyfully this guapango
because life is ending and I don't want to die dreaming
how the cicada dies life life life is..
there's a setback life life is..