Carmencita [English translation]

Her name was Carmencita

The gypsy who was more beautiful

Than a dream or a vision

They said she was the gypsy

Who was the most beautiful of the caravan

But she had no heart

The caresses and affection

She lost along the way

Without ever having known them

And she kept seeking adventure

As if she were in search

Of a lost grain of sand

In one moonlit night

A gallop was heard

From two horses running away

Carmencita, graced with her beautiful name

Disowning her race

Went after a beautiful dream

Only this pained song

Gets ingrained in the dirt of the road

Whenever the caravan passes

Carmencita, Carmencita

If you weren't so pretty

You'd always have been a gypsy