Melón Sabroso
Pepe Marchena
Tasty Melon
I have to make a cross
To fight
When I see you, the cross in my left hand
It will make you when I see you
I will only know how to say
That I don't believe in your words
And I'm scared of you
Guitars of my loves
I love you like a woman
Your sounds are pains
That pierce my breast
Like false loves
And at a certain gathering
A meal was served one day
And there a melon was cut
The only fruit there was
I cut a watermelon
And offered it to a married woman
She said disconsolately
Thank you very much, sir
I am in mourning, and I can't
I am in mourning and I can't
Eat red fruit
