Catalina

Get out of my presence, you're tormenting me
Get out of my presence, you're tormenting me
And you bring back to memory things I was forgetting
And you bring back to memory things I was forgetting

Put your hand here, Catalina
Put your hand here
Put your hand here, it's cold
See, I'm going to die

The girl I had went to Germany and hasn't returned
The girl I had went to Germany and hasn't returned
I'm going to Germany, not to have fun
To take poison; I want to die

Put your hand here, it's cold
Put your hand here, my Catalina
See, I'm going to die

Put your hand here, it's cold
Put your hand here, my Catalina
See, I'm going to die

See, I'm going to die
See, I'm going to die
See, I'm going to die

Little hand of my heart
You know well that I'm dying
And I ask you and entrust you
To call a notary
Also my cousin
I would like to make a will
Like those gypsies with foundation
Write me down, Mr. Notary

Write me down a curtain
That through each hole a neighbor fits
Write me down, Mr. Notary

Write me down a broken frame
That not even God knows the saint it has been
Write me down, Mr. Notary
Write me down, Mr. Notary

Write me down an olive grove
That has never been sown and never will be
Write me down, Mr. Notary

Write me down a shotgun
That doesn't even have a barrel or a rod
Write me down, Mr. Notary