Dolores, La Golondrina

Dolores the Swallow,
Cried in the corners
In the murky dawn;
Because of the black jealousy,
Knowing that I love you,
You have left me abandoned.
And who sends you to be so jealous,
The nightingale says jokingly,
With that face that is a rose,
I wouldn't have any fear.
Under the dim light
That a lighthouse was shedding,
The Swallow sang.

What good is it to have my eyes closed,
My dear, like stars
What good are my black laughs,
If you mistreat me like a slave driver.
Torment, bars, and whips,
Have no comparison
With how much it hurts me
From jealousy in my heart.
The poison you gave me,
I would take as medicine
Living this way
Death is the good that awaits
Dolores, oh, my Dolores,
Dolores the Swallow.

Dolores the Swallow,
Has become a fine rose,
Proud and perfumed...
Because of the black jealousy,
The nightingale spread its wings
And didn't want to see it anymore.
And in the darkness of aguardiente,
Like a madman, he soon sank;
Night after night people see him
Talking alone with his pain.
And in the midst of his fog,
Under the light of a lighthouse,
The Swallow cried.

What good is it to love you so much, if now,
Serrano, you are not with me;
I lie down the same as I get up,
Since these jealousies are my punishment.
Hammer, nail, and dagger,
Have no comparison,
With these mortal doubts
That bite my heart.
Your eyes corner me
Like a wild beast...
I wish, when I die,
To have you by my side...
Dolores, the Swallow