María de la O [English translation]

For my hands, golden rings

For my fancies, coins

And to show my body off

Embroidered shawls, silken dresses

If I asked for the moon, he would give me the moon

It’s not in vain my non-gipsy has seen

More money than a sultan owns

I envy your luck,

Some women tell when they see how good I look

Poor them, they don’t know the envy

They make me feel

Mary of the O, how miserable

You are, gipsy woman, even having it all

You want to laugh and even your sweet eyes

Are black from suffering so much

Cursed money, it’s just because of it

You left the gipsy that was your love

Punishment of God, punishment of God

That is the cross you are carrying

Mary of the O

For his thirst I was water

For his cold, a candle

And for his gipsy Christ

A heaven of love with moon and stars.

A love like ours

There are not two in the world

Cursed money, that this way, from his side,

Made me go away

You will be more than a queen

The non-gipsy told me and I believed him

My life and my gold

I would give away now to be what I was

Mary of the O, how miserable

You are, gipsy woman, even having it all

You want to laugh and even your sweet eyes

Are black from suffering so much

Cursed money, it’s just because of it

You left the gipsy that was your love

Punishment of God, punishment of God

That is the cross you are carrying

Ay, ay, ay,

Mary of the O

• Artist:Marifé de Triana