Ay, Andalusian of dark skin
Mane against the wind, worried look
Where will you go without hiding your sadness?
What do you go on searching for, that your sorrow is quelled?
What can I have, within you, that hurts so much?
That bad man that I so much loved
He went away to give himself to another woman, another woman.
And the Andalusian, bites her lips
For not crying, for not being able to avenge [the] deception.
All the nights [in which] I loved
All the passion that gave him
What I stopped living
When my life was he...
Each word of love,
Each caress on your skin
Each smile, each moment
For between your arms I dreamed
For between your arms I dreamed...
Ay, Andalusian of dark skin,
Mane against the wind, worried look
Like a dagger, stuck in you, beauty
It doesn't shine so much, the light of a star
You need to keep that passion that so much burns
One morning another man will come
Sea breeze where you are, where you are...
Two black eyes, they squint and dream
Today the full moon will again smile