Ana Maria

Ana María, Ana María has left me
And Rosalía, Rosalía doesn't want me
I realized I was in love
And the love my heart swore doesn't have it

Through the blood in my veins
I carry your true love
You left me in Utrera
And I look back

Oh gypsy, oh little gypsy from Utrera
Rosalía is my sorrow

Ana María, Ana María has left me
And Rosalía, Rosalía doesn't want me
I realized I was in love
And the love my heart swore doesn't have it

Oh the color of the lemon tree leaf
Oh, the Virgin of Consolación has a mantle

You took me to Utrera
You left me stranded in the middle of the olive groves

Hang, hang, wash, wash, hang the little clothes on the broom

Oh, I'm so afraid to see you, oh, I'm so afraid to see you
That I don't look into your eyes in case I get into your mind
My mother told me not to love you so much
That I don't, oh, I don't deserve it

Hang, hang, wash, wash, hang the clothes on the broom

Manuela, Manuela, Manuela, Manuela
How good your name tastes
Your name sounds so good to me

Ana María, Ana María has left me
And Rosalía, Rosalía doesn't want me
I realized I was in love
And the love my heart swore doesn't have it