Artimaña De La Ramera

Trickery of the Harlot

My dear son, my reason always in your mind this
So that it keeps you from that strange and foreign woman
Because looking out my window, I saw someone with your skin
Simple young man who doesn't understand, spends the evening at nightfall

A woman who went out to meet him and kissed him
Clothes of a harlot and cunning in her heart
She is lurking and shameless, always trying
With the attire of her lips, she will try to take you away

And the poor man who goes, and the poor man who goes
Like an ox to the slaughterhouse he goes
And gently, and gently
She leads him to the garden and goes away
Like a bird that, like a bird that
Always rushes into the net
And doesn't know that it's against his life
Until the arrows pass through his skin

Don't let foolishness win over you and listen to me
If I am your God now, listen to my reasons well
Never walk on her paths, do it for yourself
Even the strongest I lead to death yeah

If a woman came out to meet you and kissed you
She is sin and cunning in her heart
He is lurking and shameless, always trying
With the attire on her lips, she will try to take you away

And the poor man who goes, and the poor man who goes
Like an ox to the slaughterhouse he goes
And gently, and gently
She leads him to the garden and goes away
Like a bird that, like a bird that
Always rushes into the net
And doesn't know that it's against his life
Until the arrows pass through his skin

And the poor man who goes, and the poor man who goes

And gently, and gently
Like a bird that, like a bird that
And doesn't know that it's against his life
Until the arrows

Blessings!!