Barrio de Santa María
Que desgraciaíto fuiste
Ay barrio de santa maría
Un barrio con tanta gracia
Ay qué de bombas tu recibiste.
Que con la luz del cigarro
Yo vi el molino,
Se me apagó el cigarro
Perdí el camino.
Aunque pongan en tu puerta
Cañones de artillería,
Tengo que pasar por esto
Aunque me cueste la vida.
Una tórtola canta
En un almendro,
Y en su cante decía
Viva mi dueño.
Neighborhood of Santa María
What a misfortune you were
Oh neighborhood of Santa María
A neighborhood with so much grace
Oh how many bombs you received
With the light of the cigarette
I saw the windmill,
The cigarette went out on me
I lost my way
Even if they put at your door
Cannons of artillery,
I have to go through this
Even if it costs me my life
A turtledove sings
In an almond tree,
And in its song it said
Long live my owner.