Bulería Del Olivar - Ketama

Caramelitos prima mia de tu boca

Ni yo no lo (?)

Caramelitos prima mia de tu boca

Caramelito prima no lo (?)

Pero dabame

Caramelito te tu boca

Prima que (?)

Pasaba todas las noches

De su casa a la estacion

Con un librito en la mano

Desde su cante de amor

Era delgada y morena

Era de cintura fina

Y era mas fina

Que un guante la señorita

Adelina cuando sale de la estacion

Contigo hasta al mori

Pero con tu mare no

Naquera mu mal de mi

Comia son amarga

Limones al mediodia

Limones a la mañana

Que quier que tenga

Que tengo frio

Y no tengo leña

Candies my cousin of your mouth

Neither I do not (?)

Candies my cousin of your mouth

Caramelito prima no lo (?)

but give me

Candy you your mouth

Cousin what (?)

spent every night

From your house to the station

With a little book in hand

From his love song

She was skinny and dark

She was slim-waisted

And she was finer

What a glove the lady

Adelina when she leaves the station

with you until death

But not with your mother

Naquera very bad for me

eat are bitter

lemons at noon

lemons in the morning

What do you want me to have?

I'm cold

And I have no firewood