La Adúltera [English translation]

I was in my bed,

Sleeping as I usually do,

I take my harp in hand,

I pluck it as I usually do.

Where do I pluck it outside?

In my friend's house,

Open, I said, my love,

Open, I said, my dear.

I have my child in my arms,

If I open; he'll awaken,

Put a fig in his hand,

And it'll resolve itself.1

I have pine doors,

If I open; the doors will creak.

Throw vinegar on the floors,

And they'll open on their own.2

The wicked old man is sleeping,

If I open; he'll awaken,

Throw old rags over him,

Sleep will conquer him.

As I say these words,

The old man awoke.

What's the matter, my wife?

I see you, and you seem upset.

With the neighbor's son,

Who brings me the bread; burnt,

I see you, my wife,

On the slippery pavement.

I see you, wicked old man,

With a hundred wood stoves,

With a hundred wood stoves,

In the stove you'll burn.

1. the problem will fix itself, things are set in motion.2. The doors will open without making any noise.

• Artist:Aman Aman
• Album:Música I Cants Sefardis D'Orient I Occident