A La Ronda, Ronda
Charo Cofré
To the Round, Round
To the round, round
Where my girl was born
Roses and stars
Die of envy.
To the round, round
That at dawn
The sun, its king magician;
The moon, its fairy.
To the round, round
My greatest fortune
Is my butterfly
In cocoon cradle.
To the round, round
My girl has grown
She plays, she sings
With other children.
To the round, round
Joy and sorrow
That my girl laughs
At the full moon.
To the round, round
My greatest fortune
Is my butterfly
In cocoon cradle.
To the round, round
My girl in white
Happiness escapes
From her gentle eyes.
To the round, round
That my little girl
Has fallen in love
She will leave my side.
To the round, round
My greatest fortune
Is my butterfly
In cocoon cradle.
