Cabalgando [English translation]

The children would like to follow them

And dream on the paths

The children would like to follow them

But the gypsies are leaving.

The gypsies leave riding

Leave riding, leave riding.

The men ride the mares

And the women on the carts

Carry their little children

Breastfeed them on their breasts.

The gypsies leave riding

Leave riding, leave riding.

Little Carmela, the little young woman

the one on the first cart

said that at night the moon

promised her a white dress

And an olive gypsy.

The gypsies leave riding

Leave riding, leave riding.

The men ride the mares

And the women on the carts

Carry their little children

Breastfeed them on their breasts.

The gypsies leave riding

Leave riding, leave riding

Before they reach the river

The gypsies have put up their camp.

The aunt Carmen, the oldest one

With silver hair

Makes colourful flowers

Blue ones, red ones and white ones.

Carmen Montoya and the black one

Make baskets out of reed

Sitting on a rock.

The gypsies have fallen asleep

Their beds are made of rosemary,

Poppies and violets.

And so that they don't wake up

The water of the small river

Stopped suddenly.

The basketmakers

Scatter irises and rosemary

Irises and rosemay

While they walk.

With mint and rock roses

With mint and rock roses

The gypsies drink up

The clear water.

And with violets

With the violets

The gypsies adorn

Their tambourines.