Cinco Farolas
Isabel Pantoja
Five Streetlights
I don't listen to what they say
The tongues of the neighbors
Because I already know well
For whom their person is
Five blue stars
Illuminate five streetlights
From their house to my house
From their mouth to my mouth.
Five years old, how I love her
Five years old, how she adores me
The bad people who know!
Who know about our things.
If I know she loves me, as I love her
Why give three quarters to the town crier
From her door to my door
The green path, mother, doesn't grow grass... doesn't grow grass.
I don't even want to know
Neighbor, close your mouth
And don't come to tell me
That he's going to marry someone else.
The exact five years
Loving her hour after hour
Are a rope around my neck
That chokes my throat.
With burning coals, may they burn that mouth
Of the one who swore so many times
That he was for me.
The five, five streetlights went out
So no one sees me, crying alone
Oh, what a pity, mother! What a shame
The green path, full of grass
Full of grass
