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You're gonna give me all night long
Sitting by my window
How long the hour was getting
Seeing that you weren't arriving.

The bells of Carmona
The little bells, cousin of Carmona
Don't have such a good sound
As your person does.

In that little well nearby
Where my doves drink
I stop and sit for a while,
Just to see the water that fills it.

Stand where I can see you,
Give my body some pleasure,
Even if it's nothing else.

How beautiful Triana is
When they put her on the bridge
With the gypsy flags.

I come from my Extremadura
To put silver horseshoes
On my horse.

And under the bridge,
My cousin, the water was sounding,
The washerwomen were washing.