Cada Vez Que Nos Miramos

Every time we look at each other,
I don't know why it is,
This little flamenco girl
Gets a red face.

You don't have affection for me,
You handle me at your pleasure
As if I were a child.

I sat on your bed,
Tears like chickpeas
Fell down my face.

For god's sake, Tomasa,
Come with me
And don't joke around.