A La Puerta de Toledo

At the door of Toledo, mother, I am jealous of him
I am jealous of him
At the door of Toledo, mother, I am jealous of him
At the door of Toledo, mother, I am jealous of him
Because the woman I love the most is meeting with another
Because the woman I love the most is meeting with another

In the same place, at the same time
At the same time
She was meeting with another person

She told me she was going to mass, mother, and she was lying
And she was lying
She told me she was going to mass, mother, and she was lying
She told me she was going to mass, mother, and she was lying
And she was lying
If she didn't carry a Rosary or a book, how did she pray?

In the same place, at the same time
At the same time
She was praying with another person

The night of the storm, how it rained
How it rained
The night of the storm, how it rained
The night of the storm, how it rained
How it rained
With what umbrella, mother, did she cover herself?
With what umbrella, mother, did she cover herself?

In the same place, at the same time
At the same time
She was drying off with another person

In this world, mother, everything is paid for
Everything is paid for
In this world, mother, everything is paid for
In this world, mother, everything is paid for
Everything is paid for
Even the beautiful flowers dry up
Even the beautiful flowers dry up

In the same place, at the same time
At the same time
They say she died poor, sick, and alone