Amante de Abril Y Mayo

He was around forty
the roses of Penaflor,
lady of shield and income,
beautiful and without a master.
And suddenly one day changed her hairstyle,
changed her hairstyle,
and all the town saw her come out to the entrance,
and say goodbye to a tanned boy, to a tanned boy,
who left galloping on his sorrel.

Lover of April and May,
dark-skinned of my passion,
I carry you like a horse
sitting in my heart.
My centers are hurting
from loving you so much,
your love from May and April runs inside my veins.
From feet to mouth,
let them all learn from me, oh, oh, oh from me!
to love like crazy.

The girls of Penaflor talked too much
that if she is forty
and he only twenty-two.
But against the wind of gossip, of gossip,
despite the talk about age,
they saw her married coming out with a mantilla, coming out with a mantilla,
with that little boy from the cathedral.