Rocío

From Seville a courtyard sprinkled with flowers
and a fountain in the middle with a spout
roses and carnations of all colors
that not even a painter could dream of better
behind its wrought iron gate
there's a girl with bronzed skin
and right next to her, dark and well-built
a fiery lad talking to her
the pink moon bathed the courtyard with its silver light
very close to his girlfriend, the Andalusian lad said

Dew, oh my Dew! a bunch of carnations
a bud bloomed, thinking of your desires
I'm going to lose my mind
because I love you my life, like no one has loved you
Dew, oh my Dew!

now the courtyard is sprinkled with roses,
courtyard of the nuns of charity
where even the fountain cries silently
the bitter song of its loneliness
watering the flowers there's a little nun
who, like them, has a face like a flower
and who resembles that girl
that they talked about love to behind the gate
the pink moon of silver, the courtyard bathed in light
but the song of that Andalusian lad no longer plays

Dew, oh my Dew a bunch of carnations
a bud bloomed, thinking of your desires
I'm going to lose my mind
because I love you my life, like no one has loved you
Dew, oh my Dew!