Detrás Del Tuyo Se Va
Camarón de La Isla
Behind Yours Goes Away
If you think, you're wrong,
If you imagine, you deceive yourself,
At the door, I have another,
Do me the favor of leaving.
If the water goes to the rivers,
The rivers go to the sea,
And my poor heart,
Goes behind yours.
To the bride of ritintí,
Her apron has fallen,
And she doesn't want to pick it up,
Because her boyfriend is there,
At rintintí tintín.
And at the door they knock,
Oh, I don't know who it is,
If the child's father,
Is in bed.
The night watchman of my street,
Wants to take my girlfriend away;
Tonight we will meet,
With knife and gun.
Oh the bimbombera,
Wildflowers,
I'm going for her.
