Pastora Imperio [English translation]

To the glory gates

Pastora came to call

and Saint Peter thrilled

opened them wide.

-Where are you from, lady?

-From Seville, that's it!,

andalucian and spanish

and olive-skinned gipsy.

My name is Pastora Imperio

to whatever you please.

I had green eyes

and I have them, like the sea,

no matter I curl the curl,

it will be green.

-And what do you sell? what do you wand?

what do you know to do?- You'll see:

I can carry a mantilla

and a starched robe,

and moving the feet

I've never missed a beat.

They say I'm antique

of an outdated Spain,

and I laugh out loud

about the antiquity.

Because I lift my arms

and I become rebel,

sayin in a soft voice

to who wants to hear:

Like the moorish Giralda,

Pastora is ageless.

Like the Torre del Oro

and the San Telmo palace

Pastora is ageless,

because I've lost the papers

in a royal binge,

between Isabel and Fernando

in the imperial Granada

and there's no calendar paper-pad

that can show it.

Ea, no way, Ea, no way,

because Pastora, Pastora, Pastora, Pastora Imperio

neither has neither wants age.