Castillo de Alcalá

And look, look, look
And look, she walks and walks

I suffer for the dark eyes
Of a dark-skinned gypsy
Just by seeing them, I rejoice
And my sorrows disappear
That I have in this world

She appeared
In a dream
Sending away my joy
My God, how I remember
I remember that day
If great was my torment
Greater was my joy
When I woke up from the dream
And I saw that it was a lie

I am in love with a girl
And her mother doesn't give her to me
She has sworn eternal love to me
Even if suitors come in pairs

What you do is not right
What you do is not good
What you do is not right
What you do is not good
That's not right, that's not done
With the greatest enemy in the world
Look how great your sorrow is