Ai, Rosiña

I’m all about giving, oh Rosiña,
I’m all about giving what I’ve got
little corn potatoes, oh Rosiña,
cooked in a small pot.

With the loneliness, I can’t
handle the little heartache
that love leaves me
at the fair in Berdillo
at the fair in Rianxo
with the loneliness, I can’t
handle the mess.

Little bird, oh Rosiña,
you’re perched on the gorse
you’ll be the gossip, oh Rosiña,
for the girls with the red hair.

With the loneliness...

If you were a rose, oh Rosiña,
I’d wear you in my hat, rose.

But since you’re María, oh Rosiña,
I carry you in my heart, rose.

Lift your hat up high, oh Rosiña,
because I want to see your eyes, rose.

Even if you’re dark-skinned, oh Rosiña,
I still don’t like them all, rose.
I’m all about giving, oh Rosiña,
I’m all about giving what I’ve got
little corn potatoes, oh Rosiña,
cooked in a small pot.

With the loneliness, I can’t
handle the little heartache
that love leaves me
at the fair in Berdillo
at the fair in Rianxo
with the loneliness, I can’t
handle the mess.

Little bird, oh Rosiña,
you’re perched on the gorse
you’ll be the gossip, oh Rosiña,
for the girls with the red hair.

With the loneliness...

If you were a rose, oh Rosiña,
I’d wear you in my hat, rose.

But since you’re María, oh Rosiña,
I carry you in my heart, rose.

Lift your hat up high, oh Rosiña,
because I want to see your eyes, rose.

Even if you’re dark-skinned, oh Rosiña,
I still don’t like them all, rose.