Bulerías del desenamoro [English translation]

Listen, you, when I say to you

that you're not in my thoughts,

that I don't want your sighs,

that I'm not bathing in your waters

Forget me, forget me, forget

that as long as you wanted ne

you converted me into a beggar

for your love, by night and by day

Now I'm the water in the sandpit,

a grain of sand in the track,

clear water that the creek brings,

sighs of rambling roses,

sighs of rambling roses.

~ ~ ~

Listen, you, when I say to you

that your kisses aren't calling me,

that I don't want your caresses

that you used to give to my body.

Forget me, forget me, forget

that my fondness makes friends

with the embrace of your body,

with the glass you look at yourself in.

Now I'm the water in the sandpit,

a grain of sand in the track,

clear water that the creek brings,

sighs of rambling roses,

sighs of rambling roses.

~ ~ ~

Listen, you, when I say to you

that I'm not waiting at the window

with my heart in suspense

from night 'til morning.

Forget me, forget me, forget,

my walking was your pacing,

your arms were my passion,

my smile was your joy.

Now I'm the water in the sandpit,

a grain of sand in the track,

clear water that the creek brings,

sighs of rambling roses,

sighs of rambling roses. (this verse twice more)