Mi Señora Dulcinea
Por la tierra de castilla,
Parda, seca y amarilla,
Va rondando una canción,
Que se canta en el molino y de noche en el mesón.
Y la canta el peregrino,
Por la cita del camino,
Con respeto y devoción.
Mi señora dulcinea,
Yo del aire estoy celoso,
Que hasta el aire te desea,
Mi señora Dulcinea,
Dulcinea del Toboso.
Por tu culpa, Dulcinea,
He perdido la razón,
Le ganaste la pelea,
A mi loco corazón.
El que diga que eres fea,
Nunca supo ver lo hermoso,
Cada loco con su idea,
Y la mía Dulcinea,
Dulcinea del Toboso.
Le ganaste la pelea,
A mi loco corazón.
El que diga que eres fea,
Nunca supo ver lo hermoso,
Cada loco con su idea,
Y la mía Dulcinea,
Dulcinea del Toboso.
Dulcinea del Toboso.
My Lady Dulcinea
Through the land of Castile,
Brown, dry, and yellow,
A song is wandering around,
That is sung in the mill and at night in the inn.
And the pilgrim sings it,
Along the path's route,
With respect and devotion.
My lady Dulcinea,
I am jealous of the air,
That even the air desires you,
My lady Dulcinea,
Dulcinea of Toboso.
Because of you, Dulcinea,
I have lost my mind,
You won the fight,
Against my crazy heart.
Whoever says you are ugly,
Never knew how to see the beauty,
Each crazy person with their own idea,
And mine is Dulcinea,
Dulcinea of Toboso.
You won the fight,
Against my crazy heart.
Whoever says you are ugly,
Never knew how to see the beauty,
Each crazy person with their own idea,
And mine is Dulcinea,
Dulcinea of Toboso.
Dulcinea of Toboso.