Colorín de La Niña Bonita

They take her away the puppeteers
To the beat of the town crier's drum
The guitar that no longer accompanies
The prettiest flower in Spain
Not the goat that knows how to count
Nor the mischievous and cheeky monkey
They wanted to tell me that she was going up the mountains
And will not return

Colorín of the pretty girl
The love given is not taken away
But unintentionally they have taken away from me
The one of a little sister that I had found
By paths that the wind has erased they go
I will pray to Saint Rita who sang
The love given the love given
If given is not taken away

Oh the eyes that have already been lost
And played with me in the river
Oh water that flows forward
Go look for the wandering flower
Not the scent of spring
Nor the garden of the adored fountain
Nor the star that shines brighter
Erases her face and will not return

Colorín of the pretty girl
The love given is not taken away
But unintentionally they have taken away from me
The one of a little sister that I had found
By paths that the wind has erased they go
I will pray to Saint Rita who sang
The love given the love given
If given is not taken away