Romance de Rosabella y Domingo - Celtas Cortos

Entre todas la más bella

Una flor de mi jardín

Mas bella que un querubín

Y se llama Rosabella

Rosabella sube y baja

Por las calles de la aldea

Y su cadera menea

Y enloquece a quien la ama

Pero ella tiene un problema

Que a ojos vista la remata

Y es que nunca ha confesado

Que en verdad es un muchachín

Ay ay ay, tu me matas, si con tu mulata

Ay ay ay tu me matas si con tu mulata

Rosabella va a la plaza los viernes

En el mercado y sólo compra manzanas

En el puesto de un mulato

A él dedica sus sonrisas

A el dedica sus miradas

Y se besan a escondidas

Y se aman en luna clara

Este mulato tan guapo

Se llama Domingo Pérez

Es el mas chulo del barrio

A quien quieren las mujeres

Ay ay ay, tu me matas, si con tu mulata

Ay ay ay tu me matas si con tu mulata

Los padres de Rosabella

La han casado con Domingo

Es hijo de campesinos

Un muchachito muy lindo

Nadie sabe que Domingo

En verdad es una mulata

Que vestida de chiquillo

Ha dado a todos la lata

Y ya los padres felices

Respiran por fin tranquilos

Han encontrado salida

A este cruce de caminos

Ay ay ay, tu me matas, si con tu mulata

Ay ay ay tu me matas si con tu mulata

among all the most beautiful

A flower from my garden

More beautiful than a cherub

And her name is Rosabella

Rosabella goes up and down

Through the streets of the village

And her hip wiggles

And she drives whoever loves her crazy

But she has a problem

That in the eyes of her view finishes it off

And it is that she has never confessed

That she really is a boy

Oh oh oh, you kill me, yes with your mulatto

Ay ay ay you kill me if with your mulatto

Rosabella goes to the square on Fridays

In the market and she only buys apples

In the position of a mulatto

To him she dedicates her smiles

To him he dedicates his glances

And they kiss secretly

And they love each other in a clear moon

This handsome mulatto

His name is Domingo Pérez

He is the coolest in the neighborhood

who women want

Oh oh oh, you kill me, yes with your mulatto

Ay ay ay you kill me if with your mulatto

Rosabella's parents

They have married her to Domingo

He is the son of peasants

A very cute little boy

Nobody knows that Sunday

In truth he is a mulatto

that dressed as a boy

She has given everyone the can

And already happy parents

finally breathe easy

have found a way out

To this crossroads

Oh oh oh, you kill me, yes with your mulatto

Ay ay ay you kill me if with your mulatto