La flor de olmedo
Sara Montiel
The flower of Olmedo
They called her Rosa Luna
And she was of rose and ivory
Gypsy from the Castiles
Born in Valladolid
At a fair, her black eyes
Dazzled a gentleman
Who went to Medina, yes, yes
Who went to Olmedo
Withdraw the swaggerer
Do not court Rosa Luna
For four cousins follow him
From twelve to one
Do not trust the night
For the night is very gypsy
And those who follow him at night
Are dead by morning
At night they followed the gentleman
The pride of Medina, the flower of Olmedo
The flower of Olmedo
On the banks of the Pisuerga
A noble gentleman, struck down
Facing Valladolid
Four wounds, precise blows
And written in blood, a sign
That it was in Medina, that it was in Olmedo
Let not justice blame anyone for this
For they have killed four gypsies
For loving Rosa Luna
Do not trust the night
For the night is very gypsy
And those who follow him at night
Are dead by morning
At night they killed the gentleman
The pride of Medina, the flower of Olmedo
The flower of Olmedo, the flower of Olmedo.
