Sevillanas Del Pañuelo
El Pele
Sevillanas of the Handkerchief
Little handkerchief I gave you on a Monday morning
And on a Monday morning
Little handkerchief I gave you
And on a Monday morning
Oh, a gypsy from the Triana brotherhood gave it to me
From the Triana brotherhood
He came with me to El Rocío and a few springs
And today you wear it in your hair when you come by my side
The password, our password, the password of love
I pray to the God of heaven
That on Monday morning you wear the handkerchief
You asked me to go a week without seeing you
A week without seeing you
You asked me to go a week without seeing you
And today my heart felt the fatigue of death
A little fatigue of death
I thought I would go crazy
Go crazy from loving you
What a week awaits me until I can see you
The password, our password, the password of love
I pray to the God of heaven
That on Monday morning you wear the handkerchief
And while you deliberate
And clarify your ideas well, I will always be waiting
I will always be waiting
Clarify your ideas well
That I will always be waiting
And on the riverbank
Alone with my sorrows
Alone with my sorrows
And I pray to the Virgin to remove me from your path
If I can't be your lover, let me be your friend
The password, our password, the password of love
I pray to the God of heaven
That on Monday morning you wear the handkerchief
What joy I felt when you said you loved me
When you said you loved me
What joy I felt when you said you loved me
You blushed, trembling
You didn't look me in the eyes
But you finally said it, what I was waiting for
An 'I love you' from your mouth
That pierced my soul
The password, our password, the password of love
I pray to the God of heaven
That on Monday morning you wear the handkerchief
