Amante de Abril Y Mayo
Isabel Pantoja
Lover of April and May
He was around forty,
The rose of Peñafló,
Lady of shield and income,
Beautiful and without a lover.
And suddenly one day changed her hairstyle, changed her hairstyle,
And the whole town saw her come out to the hallway,
To say goodbye to a tanned boy, to a tanned boy,
Who galloped away on his chestnut horse.
Lover of April and May,
Dark-skinned of my passion,
I carry you like a horse
Sitting in my heart.
My centers are hurting
From loving you so much
It runs through my veins.
Your love of May and April.
From feet to mouth,
Let everyone learn from me, oh, oh, oh from me!
To love like the crazy.
The girls of Peñaflo talked too much,
- that if she's forty
and he's only twenty-two -,
But against the wind of gossip, of gossip,
And despite the talk about age,
They saw her married, coming out with a mantilla, coming out with a mantilla,
With that little boy from the cathedral.
Lover of April and May,
Dark-skinned of my passion,
I carry you like a horse
Sitting in my heart.
My centers are hurting
From loving you so much
It runs through my veins.
Your love of May and April.
From feet to mouth,
Let everyone learn from me, oh, oh, oh from me!
To love like the crazy.
