Los piconeros

The moon has already hidden
Moonlight
And the piconera has opened her window
The piconera, the piconera

Mare and the piconero
Go to the mountains singing
With the morning star, with the morning star

The day is coming, mare is coming
The day is coming, mare is coming

Illuminating her face, the olive groves
Illuminating her face, the olive groves
She must tell me yes
She must tell me no
Since no one has loved her
I love her

My piconero like the picon
Because of you, my little fault, my heart is black, so black
Because of you, my little fault
My heart is black, so black

Sometimes my piconero takes her away
And a third kept
In velvet, in velvet
Mare
And a ribbon on his hat
That says
For you I die, for you I die
The day is coming, mare is coming
The day is coming, mare is coming

Illuminating her face, the olive groves
Illuminating her face, the olive groves

She must tell me yes
She must tell me no
Since no one has loved her
I love her

My piconero
Like the picon
Because of you, my little fault
My heart is black, so black

Because of you, my little fault
My heart is black, so black