Ecos del Rocio — Carmen song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Carmen" by Ecos del Rocio.
Lyrics
¿A dónde vas rociera
Con la carita tapá?
Vengo buscando una romería
Yo soy morita de la morería
No tengo a nadie, empeñé mi anillo
Para comprarme éste borriquillo
Voy a rezarle.
¡Arre, tamarguillo, arre!
Que ésta morita no vive,
¡Arre, tamarguillo, arre!
Que está esperando la Virgen.
Viene rezando un rosario
Que nadie sabe rezar
Un seroncillo hecho de esparto
Con los habíos pa ir tirando
Un cantarillo lleno de agua
Entre sus dedos un viejo rosario
Que repasaba
¡Dale, a la bara, dale!
Un trago de agüita clara
¡dale, a la bara, dale!
Sin destaparse la cara
Le viene abriendo camino
La gente de mi hermandad
Dice la gente, no es cosa mía
Que no es morita de la morería
Que tiene un novio que es peregrino
Que no la deja hacer el camino
¡qué sabe nadie!
¡Arre, tabarguillo, arre!
Que ésta morita no espera
¡Arre, tabarguillo, arre!
Que quiero estar a su vera
La vi cantando por el carril
¡Arre! La vi rezando, la vió salir
Y el lunes por la mañana
No se quería venir.
Le aguanté su borriquillo
Pa que se fuera a rezar
Me dio la rienda… me dio la espalda
Su bello rostro se destapaba
La vi de lejos me parecía
Aunque la cara no le veía era su pelo
Carmen, Rocío si es Carmen
Le dije que no viniera
Gracias, Rocío por darme
Una novia rociera.
Te vi cantando por el carril
Carmen, te vi rezando, soy tan feliz
Te juro que to los años
Conmigo vas a venir.
Lyrics translation
Where Are you going spray
With the Tapa face?
I'm looking for a pilgrimage
I am morita de la Moreria
I don't have anyone. I pawned my ring.
To buy me this spray
I'm going to pray to him.
Stop, tamarguillo, stop!
That this morita does not live,
Stop, tamarguillo, stop!
That the Virgin is waiting.
He comes praying a rosary
That no one can pray
A seroncillo made of esparto
With the talk to go pulling
A cantarillo full of water
Between his fingers an old rosary
That I was reviewing
Hit it, hit it, hit it!
A drink of agüita clara
hit it, hit it, hit it!
Without uncovering his face
It's opening its way.
The people of my brotherhood
People say, it's none of my business
That is not morita de la Moreria
Who has a boyfriend who is a pilgrim
That doesn't let her make the way
what does anyone know!
Come on, you little brat, come on!
That this morita does not wait
Come on, you little brat, come on!
That I want to be at your vera
I saw her singing down the lane
Snap! I saw her praying, she saw her come out
And Monday morning
He didn't want to come.
I put up with his spray.
To go and pray
He gave me the rein... he gave me his back
His beautiful face was exposed
I saw her from afar.
Although the face did not see him it was his hair
Carmen, Dew if it's Carmen
I told him not to come.
Thank you, Dew for giving me
A dewy bride.
I saw you singing down the lane
Carmen, I saw you praying, I'm so happy
I swear to the years
You're coming with me.