Chiribirí

The little Moor Chiribiri fell in love with the moon
And to the rhythm of his guitar
He sang mournfully
The pleasant little moon
Dreamed over the river
And the silver of the waters
Listened to his singing

What will he say? How will it be?
Will he say yes? What will he not say, say, say?
Chiribirí, Chiribirí!
Chiribirí, Song in bloom
Forever you will be my love
Chiribirí, I will go to shine
You will have my light rocking the sea
Chiribirí, I will go with you
Wait for me, my faithful singer
Chiribirí, Chiribirí!
Chiribirí, Song in bloom

Night after night
The little Moor went to serenade
And the Moon did not come down
To listen to his songs
Hand in hand with a bright star!
Chiribirí found her
And with tears in his guitar
He waited for her by the river