Por mi puerta no lo pasen [English translation]

He sings in the green olive tree, ay how he sings

in the green olive tree

He sings in the green olive tree, ay how he sings

in the green olive tree

What kind of bird would that be,

the one that's singing in the green olive tree

Go and tell him to shut up,

because his singing hurts me, go,

and tell him to shut up.

because his singing hurts me. (The bird represents the remembrance of the loved one)

You will be my dear garment,

you will be my adored garment (the garment represents the loved person)

you will be the cuckoo bird,

that happily sings in the morning

Ay, that I love you

how much I love you

how much I love you

Without you, why would I want my soul?

And don't let her go through my door,

don't let her go through my door

And don't let her go through my door,

don't let her go through my door

I've already said that at her funeral

Don't let it go through my door

because I don't wanna stare at you,

not even at your little face, not even dead or alive,

I've already said that at her funeral

don't let it go through my door

because I don't wanna stare at you,

at your little face, not even dead or alive. (The narrator doesn't want to see the coffin at the wake of his loved one)

These bowels of mine, I will give them up for you,

that I will consider myself paid

as long you seduce me properly.

• Artist:Rosalía
• Album:Los ángeles