Joan Albert Amargós — Rocío song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Rocío" by Joan Albert Amargós.
Lyrics
De Sevilla un patio salpicao de flores
una fuente en medio con un surtidor.
Rosas y claveles de tos colores
que no los soñara mejor ni un pintor.
junto a la cancela de hierro forjao
hay una mocita de tez bronceá
y juntito a ella moreno y plantao
un mozo encendío que hablándole está:
La luna, rosa de plata, el patio baña de luz,
mu cerquita de su novia dijo el mocito andaluz:
Rocío, ay, mi Rocío manojito de claveles,
capullito florecío, de pensar en tus quereres
voy a perder el sentío, porque te quiero
mi vía como nadie te ha querío, Rocío, ay, mi Rocío.
Ahora es otro el patio salpicao de rosas,
patio de las monjas de ¡a Caridad,
donde hasta la fuente llora silenciosa
la canción amarga de su soledad.
Regando las flores hay una monjita,
que como ellas tiene carita de flor.
Y que se parece a aquella mocita
que tras la cancela le hablaba de amor.
La luna, rosa de plata, el patio bañao de luz
mas ya no suena la copia de aquel mocito andaluz.
Lyrics translation
From Seville a courtyard dotted with flowers
a fountain in the middle with a fountain.
Roses and carnations of cough colors
that no painter could dream of them better.
next to wrought iron gate
there is a tanned complexion
and join her moreno and plantao
a fiery lad talking to him is:
The moon, silver rose, the courtyard bathes light,
mu cerquita of his girlfriend said the Andalusian young man:
Dew, Oh, my Dew bunch of carnations,
little bud blossomed, thinking of your desires
I'm going to lose my senses, because I love you
my way as no one has loved you, Dew, Oh, my Dew.
Now it's another courtyard dotted with roses,
courtyard of the nuns of Charity,
where even the fountain cries silently
the bitter song of his loneliness.
Watering the flowers there's a nun,
like them, she has a flower face.
And she looks like that little girl
that after the gate I was talking to him about love.
The moon, silver rose, the courtyard bathed in light
but the copy of that Andalusian little boy no longer sounds.