Camino El Monte
Ketama
I Walk The Mountain
Through the mountains goes the gypsy
who carries guarded and in her apron
The sighs that I give inside
and that the wind carries where she is.
My soul is tattooed and my dreams have been taken away
With a silver needle I carry her name engraved
I like how she gathers her hair when she passes by my side
Pon pon, pon pon
Turn around quickly
like the clock does (x 2)
She has stolen my heart
and she struts because she's worth it.
And she knows that I like
her polka dot handkerchief.
She has stolen my heart
and she struts because she's worth it. (x2)
Tomorrow when she comes I will talk to her,
hey dark-skinned, I will talk to her.
To be able to sing to her at dawn.
Hey dark-skinned, at dawn.
Pon pon, pon pon.
Turn around quickly
like the clock does. (x 2)
She has stolen my heart
and she struts because she's worth it.
And she knows that I like
her polka dot handkerchief.
She has stolen my heart
and she struts because she's worth it. (x 3)
