Mala Entraña
Sara Montiel
Bad Nature
When I am sad and alone in my room
I ask the little picture of the virgin
What have I done for you to behave so badly
What you do to me is almost a crime
Look, boy, the virgin sees everything
And knows how naughty you are
That by loving you with such fatigue
You seek love from other women
Serranillo, serranillo, don't kill me, little gypsy
You have a bad nature for me
How can you be like this
How many times at my window, I am surprised
By the first light of dawn
Hoping that you might remember
This poor lover who adores you
But you, perhaps enjoying other loves
Won't think for a moment that I wait for you
And in the meantime, happily forgetting me
I die of pain waiting for you
Serranillo, serranillo, don't kill me, little gypsy
You have a bad nature for me
How can you be like this
