Herencia gitana [English translation]

My parents left me in heritage,

besides the moon and the sun,

This filled polka dot dressing gown

that with me the whole world ran

A donkey and a pair of lambs,

A lot of desire to do nothing

and talent, pupil and flair

To be able to drag this life

A very little thing

This is the truth

But I'm blessed

Of being able to sing:

I'm from the calé's heritage

Who dictates its laws to the world,

Daughter of gypsy parents

And I carry on the king's blood

In the palm of the hand;

And I carry on the king's blood

In the palm of the hand;

I'm from the calé's heritage

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I would like to die in the cradle,

That at birth would pick up the Pharaoh,

that my eyes would be closed by the moon

and the sun would seal my lips

I'm not jelous of anyone's luck

I'm the same thing as the peacock

Which receives death proudly

And leaves the world pridefuly,

I don't ask for much,

This is the truth

I will die blessed

Just for being able to sing:

I'm from the calé's heritage

Who dictates its laws to the world,

Daughter of gypsy parents

And I carry on the king's blood

In the palm of the hand;

And I carry on the king's blood

In the palm of the hand;

I'm from the calé's heritage

And I carry on the king's blood

In the palm of the hand;

And I carry on the king's blood

In the palm of the hand;

I'm from the calé's heritage

• Artist:Concha Piquer
• Album:Concha Piquer Oro