Llanto Y Coplas

Finally, pneumonia killed Don Guido and they are
The bells toll for him all day long, ding, ding!
Don Guido, a very party-loving young man, died
Very gallant and somewhat of a bullfighter, from an old great prayer
They say that this gentleman from Seville had a seraglio
He was skilled in handling the horse
And a master in refreshing chamomile

When his wealth diminished, it was his monomania
Thinking that I should think about settling down
And he settled it in a Spanish way
Who went to marry a maiden of great fortune

And repaint their coats of arms, talk about traditions
From his house, to scandals and love affairs, to put a stop to his ravings
Great pagan became a brother of a holy brotherhood
On Holy Thursday he went out, carrying a candle in his hand
That thunder!? Dressed as a Nazarene

Today they tell us the bell they have to take tomorrow
To the good Don Guido very seriously on his way to the cemetery
Your love for braids and silks and golds
And to the blood of the bulls and the smoke of the altars

Oh, the end of an aristocracy! The gray and limp beard
On his chest, his stiff hands crossed in a rough cloth
So formal! The Andalusian gentleman