A Dos Amigos
Los Rebujitos
To Two Friends
We live the nostalgia of life
We suffer the punishment of destiny
With how beautiful and short
Life is
We should be better friends
I don't know how or when it happened
They were so good, noble, and simple
But the lord death sent them
Leaving this path forever
I told him, my farruquito, come with papa
He said to me: No, papa, I'm going with lepe
And on the bad curve
Of the new road
Both found
Death there forever
Cry, it has a sorrow
Cry, it has a sorrow
The poor of that family
Will always live with it
Cry, it has a sorrow
Cry, it has a sorrow
The poor of that family
Will always live with it
They left this world forever
Those who knew them, I saw them cry
Because I witnessed it and it was in Seville
One more beautiful and spoiled afternoon
His father returns home and doesn't find him
And looks like a crazy person at his portrait
Days go by without talking to anyone
Telling the lord, you took him away
I told him, my farruquito, come with papa
He said to me: No, papa, I'm going with lepe
And on the bad curve
Of the new road
Both found
Death there forever
Cry, it has a sorrow
Cry, it has a sorrow
The poor of that family
Will always live with it
Cry, it has a sorrow
Cry, it has a sorrow
The poor of that family
Will always live with it
Cry, it has a sorrow
Cry, it has a sorrow
The poor of that family
Will always live with it
Cry, it has a sorrow
Cry, it has a sorrow
The poor of that family
Will always live with it
