Maruja Limón [English translation]

She was a tanned rose

with coral lips,

and a man seeing her sad,

he sang and sang

in the morning:

What do you have in your eyes

Maruja Limón,

that they turned straw-coloured

Maruja Limón?

About your blindness

Granada say:

Yellow and with bags

What a shame!

I told you many times,

Maruja Limón,

I think that man

is a thief.

As you don't put bolts

in your heart,

ay ay ay...

your eyes will become fountains,

Maruja Limón, Maruja Limón,

Maruja Limón, Maruja Limón.

~ ~ ~

She has hundreds of jewels

and an endless amount of emeralds,

but because of this story,

the men sing to her

through the Albaicín:

Where went your songs,

Maruja Limón,

and your polka dot blouse,

Maruja Limón?

Now you spend on velvet

instead of percale,

and you don't carry in the hair

orange blossom bouquets.

You didn't pay me attention,

Maruja Limón,

and now you're moving slowly

to your doom.

For not putting bolts

in your heart,

ay ay ay...

now your eyes are fountains,

Maruja Limón, Maruja Limón,

Maruja Limón, Maruja Limón.

~ ~ ~

You didn't pay me attention,

Maruja Limón,

and now you're moving slowly

to your doom.

For not putting bolts

in your heart,

ay ay ay...

now your eyes are fountains,

Maruja Limón, Maruja Limón,

Maruja Limón, Maruja Limón,

Maruja Limón, Maruja Limón,

Maruja Limón, Maruja Limón.

• Artist:Gracia Montes