Dolores la golondrina [English translation]

Dolores, the Swallow

Cried at the corner

In the cloudy morning

Due to jealousy

Knowing that I trick you

You left me helpless

And who tells you to be so jealous?

Said for the seriousness of nightingale

With a beautiful rose-like face

I wouldn't have any fear

Below the dim light

The lantern was shelved

The swallow sang

What's the use of having eyes

My heart, like bright lights?

What's the point of the black curls?

If you abuse me like a black man?

Martyrdom, railing and strings

They don't compare

How much it hurts

My jealous heart

Venom, you told me

To take my medicine

Living like this

Death is best to hope for

Dolores, oh my Dolores

Dolores, the swallow

Dolores, the swallow

It has become a fine rose

Proud and scented

Due to jealousy

Had a trip of the nightingale

And didn't want to see it anymore

In the darkness of spirits

Like a madman sank soon

Night after night he watches the people

Speaking amongst themselves about their pain

And in the middle of his mist

Below the lantern light

The swallow cried out:

What's the point of wanting you so much

If I don't want to be close to you?

I sleep the same way as I wake up

Well (the) jealousy is my witness

Martyrdom, railing and strings

They don't compare

With these mortal pains

That bite off my heart

They harass me like beasts

Your clisos by the corner

I would like it when I die

To have you by my side

Dolores, oh my Dolores

Dolores, the swallow

• Artist:Isabel Pantoja