La novia del conde de Alba - Fortuna

Tristes nuevas tristes nuevas

Se decian por sevilla

Que se casa el conde de alba

Con dama de gran valia

Se passeava por su quarto

Donde yorava y gemia

Sus manos blancas retuerce

Y sus aniyos torcia

Vio venir al conde de alba

Com toda su compañia

Conde de alba conde de alba

Conde de alba y de mi vida

Que me han dicho que te cazas

Con dama de gran valia

-quién te lo vino a decir

Que mentiras no decia

Mis bodas seran manyana

Y a convidarte venia

Al oir essas palabras

Cayo de punta la niña

Ay que malos son amores

Pero yo no lo sabia

Que se pone el corazón

Lo de abajo para arriba

sad news sad news

They were said by Seville

That the Count of Alba is getting married

With lady of great worth

She walked around her room

Where yorava and moan

Her white hands twist

And her rings of hers twisted

She saw the Count of Alba coming

With all your company

Count of Alba Count of Alba

Count of Alba and of my life

that they have told me that you hunt

With lady of great worth

-who came to tell you

What lies did not tell

My weddings will be tomorrow

And he came to invite you

hearing those words

The girl fell on her toes

Oh how bad are loves

But I didn't know

What the heart wears

The bottom up