Falsa Moneda
Sara Montiel
False Coin
Cross your arms, So as not to kill her
Close your eyes, So as not to cry
He feared being weak, and forgiving her
And opened the door wide
Go away, bad woman, go away from my side
Rolling just like the curse
May a divine allow
That the man you want
Pay for your desires
Pay for your desires
With bad betrayal
Gypsy, you will be
Like the false coin, that goes from hand to hand
And no one keeps it
That goes from hand to hand
And no one keeps it
I kiss the black, fine earrings
That she left there when she left
And those braids, of thorny hair
That in other times he cut for her
When she was leaving
He didn't try to look at her
Nor did he utter a complaint
Nor said goodbye to her
He closed the door and, so as not to call her
He dug his nails into his heart
He dug his nails into his heart
Gypsy, you will be
Like the false coin, that goes from hand to hand
And no one keeps it
That goes from hand to hand
And no one keeps it
