Los Piconeros
Sara Montiel
The Charcoal Makers
The Moon has already hidden
Lunatic Moon
And opened her window
The charcoal maker, the charcoal maker, mother
And the charcoal maker
Goes to the mountains singing
With the bright star, with the bright star
The day is coming, it’s coming, mother
The day is coming, it’s coming, mother
With the olive groves illuminating his face
With the olive groves illuminating his face
Oh, that he says yes
Oh, that he says no
As no one else has loved him
I love him
My charcoal maker, like the charcoal
Because of you, little culprit
My heart is black, so black
Because of you, little culprit
My heart is black, so black
My charcoal maker wears a silk sash
And an embroidered Marsellés
Of velvet, of velvet
Mother, and on his hat
A ribbon that says
I would die for you, I would die for you
The day is coming, it’s coming, mother
The day is coming, it’s coming, mother
With the olive groves illuminating his face
With the olive groves illuminating his face
Oh, that he says yes
Oh, that he says no
As no one else has loved him
I love him
My charcoal maker, like the charcoal
Because of you, little culprit
My heart is black, so black
Because of you, little culprit
My heart is black, so black
