Los Piconeros

The moon has already hidden, moonlight
The piconera has already opened her window, the piconera, 'mare'
And the piconero goes to the mountains singing with the morning star, with the morning star

The day is coming, it's coming, 'mare'
The day is coming, it's coming, 'mare'
Illuminating the olive trees with its light
Illuminating the olive trees with its light

Oh, tell me yes!
Oh, tell me no!
Since no one has wanted him, I love him
My piconero, like the itch,
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black

My piconero wears a sash
and a Marseille embroidered with velvet, with velvet, 'mare'
and on his hat a ribbon that says I die for you, I die for you

The day is coming, it's coming, 'mare'
The day is coming, it's coming, 'mare'
Illuminating the olive trees with its light
Illuminating the olive trees with its light

Oh, tell me yes!
Oh, tell me no!
Since no one has wanted him, I love him
My piconero, like the itch,
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black

My piconero, like the itch,
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black

For his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black