Vidala de La Copla

I have a folk song,
you won't take it from me.
Let it accompany me,
so it will be with me.
When I return to my homeland,
we will sing it together.

I have a folk song,
you won't take it from me.

If I say you're fire,
they will try to put you out,
and in your hot embers
they will heat the pot.
So your fires don't go out,
maybe some poor soul will help me blow.

I have a folk song,
you won't take it from me.

By the road, Carnival is fallen,
drunk and wasted.
When the earth heats up,
it gives me a taste of carob,
and the little vine makes me cry
seeing how far away it is.

I have a folk song,
you won't take it from me.

It's all I have left,
if I return, maybe they'll give me back.
When I return to my homeland,
we will sing it together.

I have a folk song,
you won't take it from me.