Maria De La O

For my hands, tumbaga,
for my whims, coins
and to show off my body
embroidered shawl, dressed as a mermaid.
The moon that I ask for
the moon that gives me.
Because my man had more money
than a sultan.
I envy your luck!
- some say when they see me shine -,
and they don't know, poor things,
the envy they cause me.
Maria de la O!
What a misfortune, you're a gypsy
having it all.
They want to laugh at you,
and even your eyes are purple
from so much suffering.
Accursed money
that for its sake you left the gypsy
who was your love.
God's punishment
God's punishment
is the little cross she carries
Maria de la O.
For her I was the water
for her cold, fire
and for her gypsy heart a sky of love with moon and stars.
Love like ours
there is none in the world;
damned money that from her side
has now separated me!
She must be more than a queen!
- her man said to me and I believed it;
my life and my gold
I would now give to know what I was.
Maria de la O!
What a misfortune, you're a gypsy
having it all.
They want to laugh at you,
and even your eyes are purple
from so much suffering.
Accursed money
that for its sake you left the gypsy
who was your love.