Pasando el puente

I hit an old man
Because he was lacking in the street
And a year later, when I found out
That man was my father
I cried tears of blood

Because it comes to me as an inheritance
From some honorable gypsies
And from a basket-making family
And I will always be by your side
And I won't leave your side

The girl was
The girl was a basket maker
And the one who loved me
And didn't leave my side

Not talking or chatting
My sorrows find comfort
Only when you're looking at me

The one who washed my handkerchief
Was a Moorish gypsy
Moorish from the Moorish quarter
She washed it in cold water
She laid it out on the rosemary
And I sang to her in bulerías
While the handkerchief dried

The sun goes on its course
Don't put your hand on me
No one will take away
That I love you

The stars were amazed
To see a pearl pass by
Dark, beautiful, gypsy
That they had called from heaven

Old world
Where the white and black horse
Of day and night
Gallop through
You are the sad palace
Where a hundred princes dreamed of glory
Where a hundred kings dreamed of love
And woke up crying

I carry the 'no' you gave me
In the palm of my hand
Like a wax lemon
Like an almost white lemon

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

I follow one by one
The stars in the sky
Between red and yellow
Under the light of silence
On a night so cold
And dark as velvet
When she used her black hair
As a shawl
Her mouth giving me kisses
And she even cried with joy

And on the
Bank 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 riverbank
And among twigs and reeds
Wild roses grow

Take the jacket
And give me the pants