Amarraditos

We go tied up, foam and velvet;
you with a rustle of starch, and me serious and haughty.

People envy us on the street;
the neighbors, friends, and the mayor murmur.

They say that your big comb and my hairpin are no longer in style;
they say that your locket and my belt are no longer in style.

I know that your big eyes and my pride are in style;
when you walk by my side under the sun and without hurry.

Our coachman awaits us in front of the main church;
we trot slowly through the promenade.

I greet by tipping my best hat;
and you wave your handkerchief gracefully.

It's not in style, I know it's not in style;
for me to wear jasmine in my buttonhole for dinner.

It may seem like a game, but there's nothing better;
than being a gentleman like those my grandparents saw.

(GUITAR)

It's not in style, I know it's not in style;
for me to wear jasmine in my buttonhole for dinner.

It may seem like a game, but there's nothing better;
than being a gentleman like those my grandparents saw.

I AM VERY SORRY, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to translate FEELINGS...
We go REALLY close to each other, other people are envious...
It is too strong to translate!!!