Mi Bulería Corta

There is no flower like the poppy
Nor affection like mine
They sentence me to death
For having it "shared".

Oh, blood of my sorrow I would give for her
And if necessary, I would also give my life.
I say it and I'm going to do it.
Oh, a little phone
To know about your love.

I start to eat and I don't eat,
I remember your actions
I choke on the food.
Oh, it was a dark winter night
Pouring rain,
And my boy Antonio asked me
Daddy, give me beans
Take the jacket
Give me the pants.
What a cool little jacket,
How nice the cut looks.

And tell me with your thoughts, damn it,
Where did you go last night,
Because you are like the waves of the sea
That reach the shore, look at you, and leave.