Romance de Curro "El Palmo"

Life and death embroidered on the lips had Merceditas, the one from the wardrobe. The one from the wardrobe of the 'Lacio' tablao, a false gypsy ex-court jester. Noble pimp who, upon hearing the shots, picked up his capes and took off. The commotion ended and the rationing filled his pocket and he set up this invention, where 'El Palmo' cried singing... Oh, my love, without you I don't understand waking up. Oh, my love, without you my bed is wide. Oh, my love that reveals the truth to me. Between you and me, loneliness and a little frost. A thousand times he asks... and a thousand times 'no' to sharing dreams, bed, and macaroni. She says mockingly... 'Gypsy face, how to make good wine from a small vine'. And Curro bites his lips and stays silent because he didn't do military service for not measuring up. Silence gives consent, as the saying goes, and Curro is dying for that bad girl. Oh! who would be a coat to walk with you... Oh, my love, without you I don't understand waking up. Oh, my love, without you my bed is wide. Oh, my love that reveals the truth to me. Between you and me, loneliness and a little frost. Seeking oblivion, he turned to drink, mus, and betting... And in lost hours he read all of Don Marcial Lafuente, not following his path like a penitent. And one night, while clapping farrucas, Mercedes escaped with a 'curapupas' from her own clinic and a smuggled Rolls, and between palm claps, Curro was fading away. Among songs of soleares. Oh, my love, without you I don't understand waking up. Oh, my love, without you my bed is wide. Oh, my love that reveals the truth to me. Between you and me, loneliness and a little frost. Perhaps it was sorrow or lack of iron... The fact is that one day we had to go to a funeral. Condolences and flowers and a tear that Patro shed when closing the little box. To the right as you go to heaven, you will see a tablao set up by Frascuelo, where every night for the good souls, Currito 'El Palmo' continues to clap. And he sings his woes for 'celestial beings'. Oh, my love, without you I don't understand waking up. Oh, my love, without you my bed is wide. Oh, my love that reveals the truth to me. Between you and me, loneliness and a little frost.