Carmen
¿A dónde vas rociera
Con la carita tapá?
Vengo buscando una romería
Yo soy morita de la morería
No tengo a nadie, empeñé mi anillo
Para comprarme éste borriquillo
Voy a rezarle.
¡Arre, tamarguillo, arre!
Que ésta morita no vive,
¡Arre, tamarguillo, arre!
Que está esperando la Virgen.
Viene rezando un rosario
Que nadie sabe rezar
Un seroncillo hecho de esparto
Con los habíos pa ir tirando
Un cantarillo lleno de agua
Entre sus dedos un viejo rosario
Que repasaba
¡Dale, a la bara, dale!
Un trago de agüita clara
¡dale, a la bara, dale!
Sin destaparse la cara
Le viene abriendo camino
La gente de mi hermandad
Dice la gente, no es cosa mía
Que no es morita de la morería
Que tiene un novio que es peregrino
Que no la deja hacer el camino
¡qué sabe nadie!
¡Arre, tabarguillo, arre!
Que ésta morita no espera
¡Arre, tabarguillo, arre!
Que quiero estar a su vera
ESTRIBILLO
La vi cantando por el carril
¡Arre! La vi rezando, la vió salir
Y el lunes por la mañana
No se quería venir.
Le aguanté su borriquillo
Pa que se fuera a rezar
Me dio la rienda… me dio la espalda
Su bello rostro se destapaba
La vi de lejos me parecía
Aunque la cara no le veía era su pelo
Carmen, Rocío si es Carmen
Le dije que no viniera
Gracias, Rocío por darme
Una novia rociera.
Te vi cantando por el carril
Carmen, te vi rezando, soy tan feliz
Te juro que to los años
Conmigo vas a venir.
Carmen
Where are you going, cowgirl
With your face covered up?
I'm looking for a pilgrimage
I'm a little Moor from the Moorish quarter
I have no one, I pawned my ring
To buy this little donkey
I'm going to pray
Giddy up, little thistle, giddy up!
This little Moor doesn't live
Giddy up, little thistle, giddy up!
She's waiting for the Virgin
She comes praying a rosary
That no one knows how to pray
A little sack made of esparto
With the chickpeas to keep going
A little jug full of water
An old rosary between her fingers
That she was going over
Give it to the stick, give it!
A sip of clear water
Give it to the stick, give it!
Without uncovering her face
She's being led on her way
By the people from my brotherhood
People say, it's not my business
That she's not a little Moor from the Moorish quarter
That she has a boyfriend who's a pilgrim
Who doesn't let her make the journey
What does anyone know!
Giddy up, little thistle, giddy up!
This little Moor doesn't wait
Giddy up, little thistle, giddy up!
I want to be by her side
CHORUS
I saw her singing down the lane
Giddy up! I saw her praying, she saw me
And on Monday morning
She didn't want to leave
I held her little donkey
So she could go pray
She gave me the reins... she turned her back
Her beautiful face was uncovered
I saw her from afar, she seemed
Even though I couldn't see her face, it was her hair
Carmen, Rocío if it's Carmen
I told her not to come
Thank you, Rocío, for giving me
A cowgirl girlfriend
I saw you singing down the lane
Carmen, I saw you praying, I'm so happy
I swear every year
You're going to come with me.