Te Camelo

Mari Carmen was a little gypsy
Pure with a bronzed complexion
More than a young girl
She was a sculpture of dark metal

Her mane of hair like the sloe
Wore a flower pinned in two times
And she was the most beautiful and finest gypsy
That someone took
to that great painter

And when people admired her image
The poor gypsy sang to her like this

Mari Carmen, I'll screw you over
Because you are the carnation
That from earth to sky
Pierces everything
From your little words, carnations are born
Mari Carmen, let me screw you over

When she became famous
She despised the gypsy and abandoned him
And although fortune was in her hands
It was worth nothing
That being so far from the one who loved her
She did not find happiness in money
And as she traveled the world, she lost her joy
Like those flowers that are transplanted
And seeing the portrait that the world admired
The poor gypsy sang to her with sorrow

Mari Carmen, I'll screw you over
Because you are the carnation
That from earth to sky
Pierces everything
From your little words, carnations are born
Mari Carmen, let me screw you over

Jasmines and roses smell your body
Mari Carmen, let me screw you over.