Paso, Que Mañana Me Caso

Make way, make way, make way
because tomorrow I'm getting married.
Since I was little, I don't lie to you,
since I was little I dreamed of this moment.

And with the curtain I made my veil
I left my hair long,
let the commotion and the fuss come
and mom shouting that I'm staining the floor.

To be at home, oh what joy!,
to not go out at night or day.
All day scrubbing... and the brothels!,
let my husband spend it in the brothels!.

A thousand gypsies will come in their ugly cars
and they will party all night...
all my whiskey, all the ham,
all the chorizo and all the salami.

Oh yely que yely yely, yely que yely now...
roses and jasmines at dawn,
at dawn. (x2)

How beautiful you come, my cousin will say
and she will badmouth me around the corner
and those who laugh at my misfortune
will laugh when I take off the veil.

And the gypsies won't go to mass
nor will they tear their pretty shirts,
now they change them a little while before
for older ones and somewhat shiny.

These heels are killing me
but to show off I keep dancing;
I already have blisters, even in my hair
but it doesn't matter, I've shown off the outfit.

Who sings that sea, what an ugly suit,
how stiff that one is, what a fuss.
The other one smoking and asking for a light
oh where have they gone with our customs!.

Oh yely que... (x2)

Make way, make way, make way
because tomorrow I'm getting married.
From tomorrow it's no longer a dream,
from tomorrow my lame one already has an owner.

Oh yely que... (x2)