Alegria de Cadiz
En Chipiona me crie.
En Chipiona me crie.
Que me busquen por Chipiona
Que me busquen por Chipiona.
Si me llegara a perder,
si me llegara a perder.
Los arrollos y las fuentes,
los arrollos y las fuentes.
No quieren mezclar sus aguas
no quieren mezclar sus aguas
con mis lagrimas ardientes,
con mis lagrimas ardientes.
Que me dijo mi madre
que no me fiara, ni de tus
ojos que miran traidores ni
de tus palabras.
Si porque no tengo mare,
si porque no tengo mare.
Vienes a buscarme a casa,
vienes a buscarme a casa.
Anda y buscame en la calle,
anda y buscame en la calle.
Que me dijo mi mare
que no me fiara ni de tus
ojos que miran traidores ni
de tus palabras.
Joy of Cadiz
In Chipiona I was raised
In Chipiona I was raised
Look for me in Chipiona
Look for me in Chipiona
If I were to get lost
If I were to get lost
The streams and the fountains
The streams and the fountains
Don't want to mix their waters
Don't want to mix their waters
With my burning tears
With my burning tears
My mother told me
Not to trust, neither your
eyes that look like traitors nor
your words
If because I don't have a mother
If because I don't have a mother
You come looking for me at home
You come looking for me at home
Go and find me in the street
Go and find me in the street
My mother told me
Not to trust, neither your
eyes that look like traitors nor
your words