Por Mi Puerta No Lo Pasen

In the olive green it sings, oh, how it sings
In the olive green
In the olive green it sings, oh, how it sings
In the olive green

What bird could that be?
That sings in the olive green
Run and tell it to be quiet
That its singing hurts me
Run and tell it to be quiet
That its singing hurts me

You will be my beloved token
You will be my beloved pledge
You will be the cuckoo bird
That joyfully sings at dawn

Oh, how I love you
How much I love you
How much I love you
Without you, my soul, what do I need it for?

And don't let it pass through my door
Don't let it pass through my door
And don't let it pass through my door
Don't let it pass through my door

I have already said that your burial
Don't let it pass through my door
Because I don't want to see you
Not your face, neither alive nor dead
I have already said that your burial
Don't let it pass through my door
Because I don't want to see you
Not your face, neither alive nor dead

I will give my insides for you
For I feel content
As long as you treat me well