Rocío

Dew

Rocío

From Seville a courtyard sprinkled with flowersDe Sevilla un patio salpicao de flores
and a fountain in the middle with a spouty una fuente en medio con un surtidor
roses and carnations of all colorsrosas y claveles de tos los colores
that not even a painter could dream of betterque no lo soñara mejor que un pintor
behind its wrought iron gatetras de su cancela de hierro forjado
there's a girl with bronzed skinhay una mocita de tez bronceá
and right next to her, dark and well-builty juntito a ella,moreno y plantado
a fiery lad talking to herun mozo encendido que hablandole esta
the pink moon bathed the courtyard with its silver lightla luna rosa de plata baño el patio con su luz
very close to his girlfriend, the Andalusian lad saidmuy cerquita de su novia dijo el mocito andaluz

Dew, oh my Dew! a bunch of carnationsRocio, ay mi Rocio! manojito de claveles
a bud bloomed, thinking of your desirescapullito florecio , de pensar en tus quereres
I'm going to lose my mindvoy a perder el sentido
because I love you my life, like no one has loved youporque te quiero mi vida, como nadie te ha querido
Dew, oh my Dew!Rocio, ay mi Rocio!

now the courtyard is sprinkled with roses,ahora es otro el patio salpicao de rosas,
courtyard of the nuns of charitypatio de la monjas de la caridad
where even the fountain cries silentlydonde hasta la fuente llora silenciosa
the bitter song of its lonelinessla cancion amarga de su soledad
watering the flowers there's a little nunregando las flores hay una monjita
who, like them, has a face like a flowerque como ellas tiene carita de flor
and who resembles that girly que se parece a aquella mocita
that they talked about love to behind the gateque tras la cancela le hablaban de amor
the pink moon of silver, the courtyard bathed in lightla luna rosa de plata , el patio bañao de luz
but the song of that Andalusian lad no longer playsmas ya no suena la copla de aquel mocito andaluz

Dew, oh my Dew a bunch of carnationsRocio, ay mi Rocio manojito de claveles
a bud bloomed, thinking of your desirescapullito florecio , de pensar en tus quereres
I'm going to lose my mindvoy a perder el sentido
because I love you my life, like no one has loved youporque te quiero mi vida, como nadie te ha querido
Dew, oh my Dew!Rocio, ay mi rocio!