Pastora Imperio [English translation]
Pastora Imperio [English translation]
To the glory gates
Pastora came to call
and Saint Peter thrilled
opened them wide.
-Where are you from, lady?
-From Seville, that's it!,
andalucian and spanish
and olive-skinned gipsy.
My name is Pastora Imperio
to whatever you please.
I had green eyes
and I have them, like the sea,
no matter I curl the curl,
it will be green.
-And what do you sell? what do you wand?
what do you know to do?- You'll see:
I can carry a mantilla
and a starched robe,
and moving the feet
I've never missed a beat.
They say I'm antique
of an outdated Spain,
and I laugh out loud
about the antiquity.
Because I lift my arms
and I become rebel,
sayin in a soft voice
to who wants to hear:
Like the moorish Giralda,
Pastora is ageless.
Like the Torre del Oro
and the San Telmo palace
Pastora is ageless,
because I've lost the papers
in a royal binge,
between Isabel and Fernando
in the imperial Granada
and there's no calendar paper-pad
that can show it.
Ea, no way, Ea, no way,
because Pastora, Pastora, Pastora, Pastora Imperio
neither has neither wants age.
- Artist:Rocío Jurado
- Album:Canciones de España (Inéditas) ... a mi querido Rafael de León