Amapola

The lock of pots from the marsh flag
From the marsh flag
The lock of pots from the marsh flag
Where the loves of the farm girls are born
Of the farm girls
Early compliment, they look for the pine forests
Where the royal ducks nest
In the wheat the poppy
But here you are not the same, poppy
The one born in the marsh, boasts of being a great lady

Through the fennel marsh, I gallop with my horse
I gallop with my horse
Through the fennel marsh, I gallop with my horse
My marsh horse, the one that runs faster than lightning
The one that runs faster than lightning
My spurs bleed and the reins sweat
Because in the shade my lady awaits me
In the wheat the poppy
But here you are not the same, poppy
The one born in the marsh, boasts of being a great lady

Through the sand sale, seven sighs await me
Seven sighs await me
Through the sand sale, seven sighs await me
Seven little bulls of sorrow, that will fight with me
That will fight with me
They combed the tail, two fine daggers
Just like the waves in the storms
In the wheat the poppy
But here you are not the same, poppy
The one born in the marsh, boasts of being a great lady

Oh! Guadimar Canal, source of joy
Source of joy
Oh! Guadimar Canal, source of joy
Where I go fishing, morning stars
Morning stars
The reflections shine, like the stars
And watch over my dream, dew and candle
In the wheat the poppy
But here you are not the same, poppy
The one born in the marsh, boasts of being a great lady