Oro Y Plata

A brooch of aquamarine and a silver coin he gave you.
Your man, who was really poor, didn’t have a dime for love.
A guy in fine clothes convinced you for your downfall.
I say a mixed girl fell in love for gold and silver.

Oh!
Thump, thump, and the leather of the drum beats
With chocolate hands, the guy who lost her;
Rolling like a coin,
In tulle and silk clothes, the girl who lied to him.
All the hides are bending,
But her eyes are crying,
'Cause a guy with a stiff neck
Smoking a cigar took her away.

Oh!
Keep going, keep going,
Don’t suffer or curse her
'Cause heaven punishes too
The fault of ambition.
Hands on the drum
While your sorrow cries and cries.
I say your heart
Is a treasure of silver and gold.

Your heart.
Your heart.

A brooch and a silver coin
Were the ruin of a passion.
A guy with ten coins
Dressed your heart in silk.
Silver is always silver
That wounds and kills without mercy,
I say a mixed girl
Fell in love for gold and silver... Oh...