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(gitanas = gyspy girls
payo = non-gypsy person)

For my fingers, bands of gold, 
for my whims, bank notes untold. 
For my curves, embroidered tresses, 
woven shawls and silken dresses. 

The moon always keeps 
a loving vigil over me. 
The moon always weeps 
to see what's become of me. 

My payo is as smitten 
as a spinster with a kitten, 
puts more riches in my hand 
than a sultan could command. 

Stare, gitanas, stare! 
You are envious of me. 
Glare, gitanas, glare! 
I can't help your jealousy. 

Play, gitanas, play, 
you've no idea what you do. 
Sway, gitanas, sway! 
It is I that envy you. 

Maria de la O, 
with your man-enticing curls, 
you're the only one who knows 
you're a wretched gypsy girl. 

I've got everything I need, 
yet forgotten how to laugh. 
I somehow missed the seed 
when I filled my hands with chaff. 

His waist was as slender 
as a young water poplar 
I longed to surrender 
when dancing the coplas. 

Ugly money, dirty silver, 
I've a thirst you'll never slake. 
I was dearly loved in Huelva, 
but I spurned him for your sake. 

Maria, shoulder your cross! 
You can't leave the path you trod. 
You must struggle with your loss, 
punished by God, punished by God.

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