Twelve bells my horse wears along the roads
And a pair of carnations pinned to the hair my romera wears
The cart that goes forward
A thousand little bells carry on ringing
And even the wheels make their melody
Because the axes go chiming
The cart frame covered in myrtle trees
Awnings with the sky of Andalucia
How well my steeds swing their arms,
There is no cart like mine
Twelve bells my horse wears along the roads
And a pair of carnations pinned to the hair my romera wears
The street turns into all flowers
To the happy steps of the romeras
There are madrigals, kisses and loves
By the roads and the hillsides
Under the wings of my hat
Oh, how beautiful my romeras go
They go pouring out grace and charm
It seems like the whole world is of them
Twelve bells my horse wears along the roads
And a pair of carnations pinned to the hair my romera wears