Romance de Zamarrilla

Zamarrilla was a bandit,
Whom justice pursued,
Malaga was the seafaring port
Where he came and went for affection.

They say that one night, in his bravery,
They set up a circus on the gallows,
And his refuge was
The cloak of bitterness.

And the story goes
That a white rose changed color
Turning red
And Zamarrilla cried singing.

Bitterness
Ayyyyyyyy,
Ayyyyyyyyy,
Beautiful mother.

The one with the bronzed color,
Let me place this rose
Next to the dagger they have plunged
Into your painful bitterness.

Seeing that miracle of the rose,
Which turned as red as the cochineal,
In front of the sorrowful dark-skinned woman
A Christian flower bloomed.

They say he felt remorse,
And to achieve salvation,
He asked the heavens for forgiveness,
In the cloisters of a convent.

History or ballad
But on the altars the rose remained,
Triumphant miracle,
Of the sorrowful one who wears a flower.

Bitterness,
Ayyyyyyyy,
Ayyyyyyyyy,
Beautiful mother.

The one with the bronzed color,
Let me place this rose
Next to the dagger they have plunged,
Your bitterness,
Ayyyyyyyyy,
Painful.