La Jarra De Oro
Juan Diego Florez
The Golden Pitcher
The golden pitcher broke
That cost so much money
That cost so much money
Even if the silversmith solders it
It doesn't look the same
The golden pitcher broke
Loves and money
Take away sleep
Since I don't have them, I sleep so well
Loves and money take away sleep
Take away sleep, mother
Who told you that
Nobody told me
I who have seen it
Cried, cried, was crying, it chills your soul
When my Pepa goes to the bathroom
I bring her the comb
After she comes out of the bathroom
She wants me to comb her hair
When my Pepa goes to the bathroom
I bring her the comb
After she comes out of the bathroom
She wants me to comb her hair
Oh, Pepa, oh Pepa
May God allow you
To have a fan in your chest
Dove, give me your beak and a little bit of
Of that rich saltiness, oh, yes
The same thing you say
The same thing I say, ha, ha
When my Pepa goes to the bathroom
I bring her the comb
After she comes out of the bathroom
She wants me to comb her hair
When my Pepa goes to the bathroom
I bring her the comb
After she comes out of the bathroom
She wants me to comb her hair
Oh, Pepa, oh Pepa
May God allow you
To have a fan in your chest
Dove, give me your beak and a little bit of
To taste, that's enough, enough
