El Sacristán

The loves of the Sacristan,
are sweet as honey.
Love that is not desired,
I cannot live life with it.

Because I like the sacristan,
he rings the bell.
Tilín Tin Tin.
Tilín Tin Tan.

A devout woman was sick,
unable to hide it,
she wanted them to bring her,
the aforementioned sacristan.

The devout woman who has not had,
loves with the sacristan,
does not know what cinnamon is,
anise, chocolate with flan.

For all the company,
little orange blossom,
I already sang the little verses,
about the mentioned sacristan.