Los Diamates de La Corona
Montserrat Caballé
The Diamonds of the Crown
Girls, who sell flowers
You go to Granada
Don't pass through the mountains
Of the Alpujarra
There is a bandit
Who with all the girls
Has a deal
On the slopes of the mountain
A girl like a Sun
Is searching night and day
For her lost heart
A ruthless bandit
Stole it as he passed by
And she fills the thickets
With the lament of her love
She believes that if he heard her
He would like her
But she begins to fear
That he won't come