Zorongo Gitano - Ana Belén

Las manos de mi cariño

Te están bordando una capa

Con agremán de alhelies

Y con esclavinas de agua

Cuando fuiste novio mío

Por la primavera blanca

Los cascos de tu caballo

Cuatro sollozos de plata

La luna es un pozo chico

Las flores no valen nada;

Lo que valen son tus brazos

Cuando de noche me abrazas

Tengo los ojos azules

Y el corazoncito igual

Que la cresta de la lumbre

De noche me salgo al campo

Y me harto de llorar

De ver que te quiero tanto

Y tú no me quieres ná

La luna es un pozo chico

Las flores no valen nada;

Lo que valen son tus brazos

Cuando de noche me abrazas

Veinticuatro horas del día

Veinticuatro horas que tiene;

Si tuviera veintisiete

Tres horas más te querria

Este gitano está loco

Loco que le van a atar;

Que lo que sueña de noche

Quiere que sea verdad

La luna es un pozo chico

Las flores no valen nada;

Lo que valen son tus brazos

Cuando de noche me abrazas

the hands of my love

They are embroidering you a cape

With a grenade of wallflowers

And with water capes

when you were my boyfriend

for the white spring

Your horse's hooves

Four silver sobs

The moon is a small well

Flowers are worth nothing;

What they are worth are your arms

when you hug me at night

I have blue eyes

And the same little heart

That the crest of the fire

At night I go out to the field

And I'm sick of crying

To see that I love you so much

And you don't want me at all

The moon is a small well

Flowers are worth nothing;

What they are worth are your arms

when you hug me at night

twenty four hours a day

Twenty four hours you have;

If I were twenty seven

Three more hours I would love you

This gypsy is crazy

Crazy that they are going to tie him up;

That what dreams at night

you want it to be true

The moon is a small well

Flowers are worth nothing;

What they are worth are your arms

when you hug me at night