Los Piconeros
Ya se 'ocurta³' la luna, luna lunera
Ya ha abierto su ventana la piconera, la piconera, 'mare'
Y el piconero va a la sierra cantando con el lucero, con el lucero
Ya viene el daa, ya viene, 'mare'
Ya viene el daa, ya viene, 'mare'
alumbrando sus claras los olivares
alumbrando sus claras los olivares
¡Ay, que me digas que sa!
¡Ay, que me digas que no!
Como no lo ha 'querao' ninguna, le quiero yo
Mi piconero, como el picor,
por su 'curpa' 'curpita' yo tengo negro negrito mi coraza³n
por su 'curpa' 'curpita' yo tengo negro negrito mi coraza³n
Faja de 'sea' lleva mi piconero
y un marsellas 'bordao' de terciopelo, de terciopelo, 'mare'
y en el sombrero una cinta que dice por ti me muero, por ti me muero
Ya viene el daa, ya viene, 'mare'
Ya viene el daa, ya viene, 'mare'
alumbrando sus claras los olivares
alumbrando sus claras los olivares
¡Ay, que me digas que sa!
¡Ay, que me digas que no!
Como no lo ha 'querao' ninguna, le quiero yo
Mi piconero, como el picor,
por su 'curpa' 'curpita' yo tengo negro negrito mi coraza³n
por su 'curpa' 'curpita' yo tengo negro negrito mi coraza³n
Mi piconero, como el picor,
por su 'curpa' 'curpita' yo tengo negro negrito mi coraza³n
por su 'curpa' 'curpita' yo tengo negro negrito mi coraza³n
Por su 'curpa' 'curpita' yo tengo negro negrito mi coraza³n
The Piconeros
The moon has already hidden, moonlight
The piconera has already opened her window, the piconera, 'mare'
And the piconero goes to the mountains singing with the morning star, with the morning star
The day is coming, it's coming, 'mare'
The day is coming, it's coming, 'mare'
Illuminating the olive trees with its light
Illuminating the olive trees with its light
Oh, tell me yes!
Oh, tell me no!
Since no one has wanted him, I love him
My piconero, like the itch,
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black
My piconero wears a sash
and a Marseille embroidered with velvet, with velvet, 'mare'
and on his hat a ribbon that says I die for you, I die for you
The day is coming, it's coming, 'mare'
The day is coming, it's coming, 'mare'
Illuminating the olive trees with its light
Illuminating the olive trees with its light
Oh, tell me yes!
Oh, tell me no!
Since no one has wanted him, I love him
My piconero, like the itch,
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black
My piconero, like the itch,
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black
for his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black
For his fault, his little fault, I have my heart all black