Under the silvery frame
of a calañes hat
Some lips are giving
The promises of a love.
A moorish guitar
Leaves its notes sound,
And some moslem eyes
fascinate you with their glance
Sing, sing guitar
Sing my guitar
Sing moslem guitar
Sing brave guitar.
Sing, sing guitar
Sing my guitar
Sing guitar, always
Because I put my life in your notes.