La perla de cádiz

Your love costs me a year of illness
and two of convalescence,
oh, a year of illness
and two of convalescence.
I saw in the mountains,
I saw in the mountains painters
who painted her as beautiful as she came,
painters who painted her as beautiful as she came.

Little land, cousin, of Moorish descent,
I had a little Moorish girl
and there in the Moorish quarter, in the Moorish quarter,
when the priest married Manuela for life, Manuela for life.

Pass me the strait
that I command, that I command;
I took a little boat to go to Fernando, to go to Fernando;
while at the same time I hear the stirring of God.
Sleep, my Curro from my soul,
you are the most beautiful thing in Spain;
sleep, little gypsy, sun of the suns,
I will make you a cradle of snails.

Hey la hey, hey la hey, little shoes...
white silk (x3)