El Tortillero

Hot little tortilla

Dark night, I see nothing
But I carry my lantern
Passing by your door
And singing for love

I keep singing
With so much sorrow
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla

Who could, my basket
Exchange in a hug
If you want, miss
Here come the warm ones

I keep singing
With so much sorrow
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla

When I pass by your house
And you're not on the balcony
My basket breaks
And my lantern goes out

I keep singing
With so much sorrow
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla