No Lo Pasen Por Mi Puerta

What bird could that be
Singing in the green olive tree
Go and tell it to be quiet
Its singing hurts me

You will be my dear love
You will be my beloved love
You will be the cuckoo bird
That joyfully sings in the early morning

Oh how I love you
How much I love you
Without you my soul
Why do I want it

I have said that your funeral
Don't pass it by my door
Because I don't want to see you
With your face neither alive nor dead

My guts, for you I will give them
Because I feel satisfied
As long as you treat me well