El Vino de Mi Copla

Among green carolinos
And ashen olive groves
And sprinkled with trills
That's how my songs are born

The song carries with it
The joy that wine brings
Bird that knows how to walk alone
And accompanied by friends

It's the wine of my song
Song and wine that I offer you
You just have to put your mouth
To wine your insides
There is a harvest
That awaits me and has a date

The vine branch cries so much
While the good vineyard
Is a cornered handkerchief
Drying little tears

How beautiful is the grape picker
And how beautiful her bunches
Dark skin of the brunette
New song of the wines