Rumba Argelina

if you want to win the lottery
marry the lottery seller for at least a day
how the river takes it away
how the water takes away the little cane
and the cork with which I fished
cork with cork, cane with cane
you are the queen of my insides

once I loved you for your hair
and now that you're bald I don't love you anymore
how the river takes it away
how the water takes away the little cane
and the cork with which I fished
cork with cork, cane with cane
you are the queen of my insides

gypsy if you loved me
gypsy if you loved me
I would buy you in Granada
the best cave there was

girl when I go home
I tell my mother, mother
to put put put
the little clothes here in the street
to you what you like, Moor
little sticks of rum
a, o, ma, etc...

girl when I go home
I tell my grandmother, grandmother
to put put put
the little roll in the pot
to you what you like, Moor
little sticks of rum
a, o, ma, etc...