No Te Mires En El Rio
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Don't Look at Yourself in the River
In Seville there was a house and in the house a window
And in the window a girl that the roses envied
At night, with the Moon, she looked at the river
Oh heart, how beautiful is my girlfriend!
Oh heart, lean out the window!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!, don't look at yourself in the river
Oh, oh, oh, oh!, you make me suffer
Because I'm jealous of it, girl
Love me
Oh! Love me, my dear
Love me, girl of my heart
Matarile, rile, rilerón
From the Seville fair, he brought her a ring
Coral necklaces and silver earrings
And she looked like a queen leaning out the window
Oh heart, her boyfriend would say!
Oh heart, when he saw her so beautiful!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!, don't look at yourself in the river
Oh, oh, oh, oh!, you make me suffer
Because I'm jealous of it, girl
Love me
Oh! Love me, my dear
Love me, girl of my heart
Matarile, rile, rilerón
One summer night when the Moon was rising
Her boyfriend came to look for her and she wasn't at the window
He saw her dead in the river and the water was carrying her away
Oh heart!, she looked like a rose
Oh heart!, a very white rose
Oh, oh, oh, oh!, as the river takes her away
Oh, oh, oh, oh!, what a pity of my love
No wonder I was jealous of it
Oh, what pain, what pain of my love
Oh, what pain, mother of my heart!
Matarile, rile, rilerón
