Ay Choriso, Róbame

I asked, looking at the moon, a cheeky gypsy
the color of the olive and his curly hair
That he has very dark skin, I didn't care if he had no job
I don't care if he has no culture or if he's tall or short
I want a dark-skinned ass, I'm tired of the non-gypsies
and I die for the pleasure, if he has a chipped tooth
God, listen to my lament and let me take a look
at one who is very flamenco, who lives on Hinojo Street

Oh chorizo, rob me
viquingo, be my man
because I want to be with a pigeon

My prayer was not in vain and finally appeared
a super mega gypsy who immediately tangled me up
Although old and tight, oh, he made me feel