El Legionario y La Morita
El Chipirón de Granada
The Legionnaire and the Dark-Skinned Girl
One day in a brothel in Casablanca
A legionnaire fell for a dark-skinned girl
And the love of that soldier was so strong
That soon after, he married the girl
Hours of joy and pleasure passed by
On the route from Melilla to Casablanca
After a night high on hashish
He caught the girl at a cabaret
Filled with rage, not knowing what he was doing
He pulled out his gun and shot the ungrateful one
He hit his mark, the cops took him down
And in the meantime, he sang to the girl
Little paper, little eagle, you who go so high
You smoke hash and weed and never stop to light
With the pipe in your hand
Smoking night and day
With my dark-skinned girl by my side, girl of the neighborhood
It's ten o'clock, and it's time for silence
All the lights in the jail have gone out
And here I am, as always, crying
For the unfaithful love of a woman
And my friend, you are a lover of death
And that’s your battle cry when it’s time to fight
But in love, betrayal and death don’t count
And this battle is harder to win
Little paper, little eagle, you who go so high
You smoke hash and weed and never stop to light
With the pipe in your hand
Smoking night and day
With my dark-skinned girl by my side, girl of the neighborhood
