Los Piconeros
Ya se ocultó la Luna
Luna lunera
Y 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 día, ya viene, mare
Ya viene el día, ya viene, mare
Alumbrando su cara los olivares
Alumbrando su cara los olivares
Ay, que me diga que sí
Ay, que me diga que no
Como no le ha querido ninguna
Le quiero yo
Mi piconero, como el picón
Por tu culpa, culpita
Yo tengo negro, negrito, mi corazón
Por tu culpa, culpita
Yo tengo negro, negrito, mi corazón
Faja de seda lleva mi piconero
Y un marsellés 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 día, ya viene, mare
Ya viene el día, ya viene, mare
Alumbrando su cara los olivares
Alumbrando su cara los olivares
Ay, que me diga que sí
Ay, que me diga que no
Como no le ha querido ninguna
Le quiero yo
Mi piconero, como el picón
Por tu culpa, culpita
Yo tengo negro, negrito, mi corazón
Por tu culpa, culpita
Yo tengo negro, negrito, mi corazón
The Charcoal Makers
The Moon has already hidden
Lunatic Moon
And opened her window
The charcoal maker, the charcoal maker, mother
And the charcoal maker
Goes to the mountains singing
With the bright star, with the bright star
The day is coming, it’s coming, mother
The day is coming, it’s coming, mother
With the olive groves illuminating his face
With the olive groves illuminating his face
Oh, that he says yes
Oh, that he says no
As no one else has loved him
I love him
My charcoal maker, like the charcoal
Because of you, little culprit
My heart is black, so black
Because of you, little culprit
My heart is black, so black
My charcoal maker wears a silk sash
And an embroidered Marsellés
Of velvet, of velvet
Mother, and on his hat
A ribbon that says
I would die for you, I would die for you
The day is coming, it’s coming, mother
The day is coming, it’s coming, mother
With the olive groves illuminating his face
With the olive groves illuminating his face
Oh, that he says yes
Oh, that he says no
As no one else has loved him
I love him
My charcoal maker, like the charcoal
Because of you, little culprit
My heart is black, so black
Because of you, little culprit
My heart is black, so black