Mi jaca [English translation]

For the extravagance,

beauty, temper

and charm

of the Sevillian night

I won't trade

the grace of a farmer's daughter

and the elegance of my Jerez mare.

Enthroned on her, I am the king of Andalusia

with diamond spurs on my boots

a happy mood instead of a crown

a happy mood instead of a crown

and a Cordovan hat for style.

Chorus:

My pony mare

gallops and cuts through the wind

when passing through Puerto*

down the Jerez trail.

I love her,

just as I love the Gypsy girl

who makes me suffer

and love is to blame.

My pony mare

gallops and cuts through the wind

when passing through Puerto

down the Jerez trail.

Her feet

clatter like drumsticks

when in the field

she runs, trots and gallops.

And her mane

shines with the brightness

of a star that sways in the sky.

The way she gallops, raising dust

along the trail, is for me a kind of altar,

which illuminates the glow of the stars

which illuminates the glow of the stars

and fills my song with emotion.