Herencia Gitana (part. Tito Puentes)

They left me as an inheritance my folks
Besides the moon and the sun
A polka dot dress
That everyone ran with me
A donkey and a couple of pots
Lots of desire not to work
With talent
Pupil and charm
To be able to get through this life

Very little
That's the truth
But I'm happy
Being able to sing

I'm from the Calé race
That dictates its laws to the world
Daughter of gypsy folks
And I carry royal blood in the
Palm of my hand
And I carry royal blood in the
Little palm of my hand
I'm from the Calé race

(You give it, or I give it, or we all fall in love, olé!)

I would like to die in the cradle
That at birth the pharaoh picked up
And seal my eyes in the moon
And seal my lips in the sun

I don't envy anyone's luck
I'm just like the peacock
How proud he receives death
And proudly leaves the world

Very little
That's the truth
But I'm happy
Being able to sing

I'm from the Calé race
That dictates its laws to the world
Daughter of gypsy folks
And I carry royal blood in the
Palm of my hand
And I carry royal blood in the
Little palm of my hand
I'm from the Calé race

And olé! (And olé!)