Barrio de Santa María

What a misfortune you were
Oh neighborhood of Santa María
A neighborhood with so much grace
Oh how many bombs you received

With the light of the cigarette
I saw the windmill,
The cigarette went out on me
I lost my way

Even if they put at your door
Cannons of artillery,
I have to go through this
Even if it costs me my life

A turtledove sings
In an almond tree,
And in its song it said
Long live my owner.