Julio Romero of Torres
painted the dark woman
with the mysterious eyes
and the soul full of sadness.
Put in your bronze arms
the folksinger guitar,
in your refrain there was a sigh
and in your box a pain.
Chorus:
Brunette, she of the red carnations
she of the flowery gate
the queen of women.
Brunette, she of the lace shawl,
she of the cheerful guitar,
she of the Spanish carnation.
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Like escape from a painting
in the feelings of the folksong,
all the shells of Spain
and all the cries of Spain.
Braids with your foot-stamping
Spain would continue.
In your dance is the Moorish,
in the wind of Eritaña.
{Chorus}