Remove yourself from my presence, for you're torturing me
Remove yourself from my presence, for you're torturing me
Because you are bringing into my memory things I had been forgetting
Now my memory brings back things I had been forgetting
Put you hand on me here, Catalina, put your hand here
Put your hand on me here, since your hand is cold
Look, I am soon going to die
The girl he had went to Germany and hasn't come back
The girl he had went to Germany and hasn't come back
So to Germany I am headed now, and it isn't for fun
I will go there to drink poison
I want to die
Put you hand on me here, Catalina, put your hand here
Put your hand on me here, since your hand is cold
Look, I am soon going to die
Put your hand on me here, because your hand is cold
Put your hand on me here, my Catalina
Look, I am going to die
Look, I am going to die
Look, I am going to die
Look, I am going to die
Brother of my heart
You should know well that I am dying
And I ask, and I request that you call a notary, and my first cousin too
I would like to write my will
Like those non-gypsies and their legal basis
Mr. Notary, note this down
Note down a curtain
For each hole that it has, a lady neighbor peeps in
Write it down for me, Mr. Notary
Note down a broken painting
God only knows what saint broke it
Write it down for me, Mr. Notary
Write it down for me, Mr. Notary
Note down an olive tree, sir
One I never planted nor will plant
Write it down for me, Mr. Notary
Note down a shotgun
That no longer has neither barrel nor underlay
Write it down for me, Mr. Notary