Carolina Carol Bela

It was on a Sunday afternoon
That someone asking for her arrived
Leaving my heart sad
Jealous, dying of love

I spoke, I lied, I cried, I smiled saying
I spoke, I lied, I cried, I smiled telling her

That she lives in my heart
And I live next to her
And I stay like this
Thinking about her kisses, her affection

Carolina, Carol, Carol, beautiful Carolina
Carolina, Carol, Carol, beautiful Carolina
Ca, Ca, Ca, Carol
Ca, Ca, Carolina
Ca, Ca, Ca, Carol
Ca, Ca, Carolina

Carolina, Carol, Carol, beautiful Carolina
Carolina, Carol, Carol, beautiful Carolina