Canastera

dawn
you are the air
that carries me

cute flamenco girl, you who make
your little baskets on the bridges
to be so pretty and graceful
why do you live poorly?

basket maker, basket maker, basket maker

if I were to marry one day
you must be my partner
on all four sides
gypsy girl and basket maker

my mother hit me one day
and I left my house
and to my poor mother
how much I made her suffer