La Zarzamora - Lola Flores

En el caf de Levante,

Entre palmas y alegras,

Cantaba la Zarzamora

Se lo pusieron de mote

Porque dicen que tena

Los ojos como las moras.

Le abro primero un tratante y ol

Y luego fu de un marqus

Que la llen de brillantes y ol

De la cabeza a los pies.

Deca la gente que si era de hielo,

Que si de los hombres se andaba burlando,

Hasta que una noche con rabia de celos,

A la Zarzamora pillaron llorando.

Que tiene la Zarzamora que a todas horas

Llora que llora por los rincones.

Ella que siempre rea y presuma

De que parta los corazones

Del querer hizo la prueba y un cario conoci

Que la trae y que la lleva por la calle del dolor

Los flamencos del colmao

La vigilan a deshora,

Porque se han empestillao

En saber del querer desgraciado

Que embruj a la Zarzamora.

Cuando sonaban las voces,

Una copla de agona

Lloraba la Zarzamora

Mas nadie daba razones

Ni el intrngulis saba

De aquella pena traidora

Pero una noche al levante y ol

Fu a buscarla una mujer.

Cuando la tuvo delante y ol

Se dijeron no se qu.

De aquello que hablaron ninguno saba

Ms la Zarzamora lo dijo llorando,

En una coplilla que pronto corri

Y que ya la gente la va publicando.

Que tiene la Zarzamora que a todas horas…

In the Levante cafe,

Between palms and cheers,

The blackberry sang

They gave it a nickname

because they say I had

Eyes like blackberries.

I open a dealer first and ol

And then it was from a marquis

That they fill it with brilliant and ol

From her head to her feet.

People said that if it was made of ice,

That if he was making fun of men,

Until one night, in a rage of jealousy,

Zarzamora was caught crying.

What does the Blackberry have that at all hours

Cry that cries in the corners.

She who always laughs and brags

That she breaks hearts

Of wanting she did the test and I met a dear

That brings her from her and that takes her through the street of pain

The flamingos of colmao

They watch her at the wrong time,

Because they have been bolted

In knowing the unhappy want

That bewitched the Blackberry.

When the voices sounded,

A couplet of agony

The Blackberry cried

But no one gave reasons

Not even the intrngulis knew

Of that treacherous sorrow

But one night up and ol

He went to find her a woman.

When he had it in front of her and ol

They said I don't know what.

Nobody knew about what they talked about

Ms Blackberry said it crying,

In a couplet that soon ran

And that people are already publishing it.

What does the Blackberry have that at all hours…