La morena de mi copla [English translation]

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.

.....

.....

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}