La Boda de Hernán Peraza

Queen Isabel
The Catholic had
A lady who said
That her garden was beautiful
They say that at that time
She was the most beautiful lady
And the most radiant star
That was in all of Spain
Mirror in which she looked
The queen and lady of her

Eden didn't last long
To our queen her mirror
Because the king of love perplexed
Wanted to see himself in it too
There the swinging began
Of Isabel and Beatriz
And no one had been unhappy
Because of the apple
Let's stop the fun
There was some mistake here

The queen with a full moon
Roared with jealousy
Like the rough sea creaks
Against the calm beach
How can I avenge my sorrows
Against that vile traitor?
Must run away
At last I will marry her
And I will banish her
To the island of Gomera

With the mirror fogged up
She called Hernán Peraza
She offered Beatriz
Something that he accepted with pleasure
She told him, You are entitled
To be Count of La Gomera!
You will govern as you wish
Tomorrow you will embark
But you will never return
With your wife to this shore