La Vara de Los Chanales

The cane of the stable boys (bulerías)

Your love for me costs
Three years of illness
And three of recovery

It was an April afternoon
As dawn was breaking
Flourishing the gardens
With flowers that God kept
I saw you take out your handkerchief
I saw how you embroidered it

With flint rock
I made myself a candlestick
So I can light myself up
Because I don't want more light
I live in darkness

I'm following one by one
The stars in the sky
Among red and yellow ones
Under the light of silence
A night so cold
And dark as velvet
When she used her black hair
As a shawl
She crashed next to mine
Her mouth giving me kisses
And even cried with joy

After a hundred years dead
And with the earth thrown on my face
If I heard, cousin, your plea
I would resurrect again

With lime and lemon
You will remain single
What a pity and what pain
You have no one to love you
What a pity and what pain
A gypsy came to my door
And took my heart

The cane of the stable boys
Was a very showy stick
That goes through the places
In search of beautiful girls

Night of four moons
And a single tree
At the tip of a needle
Is my love dancing

And on the shore
On the shore of a river
I go alone
And I start picking twigs
Early in the morning
I pick and make my basket
Come with me to my house
Which is by the side of a river
And among twigs and reeds
Wild roses grow

Take the jacket
And give me the pants