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The I'Ll Dance
“The I’ll Dance” was the father of a Mine’s good family friend.
In the main festivities of Navalmanzano, Segovia
And its pilgrimages
He did not dare to ask the girls to dance
Afraid that everyone would give him pumpkins.
-The mowers are coming
The housewives are coming
And the young women who came from Segovia and Madrid
They have gone to Mass.
-Dance “I’ll dance”.
-I don’t dance.
I have come to the pilgrimage not to dance
But to see the patting dance.
-Look, that girl you like
She has lost her headband.
-If she has lost the headband, let her lose it
It won't make me sad.
Besides, what less can a woman lose
In the dance?
I'll dance, you're afraid of falling in love
And let a female tell you that she loves you
And finally forget you.
-You are right; I fear climbing from her with her
She uphill, and down to the plain
To play with our sexes
Under the hazelnuts.
-But, that female you like
You can forget it now
Well, Secretary Melitón has passed through her
The local fool
And an outsider with a gift.
-With who?
-Yes, that gentleman from Haro, La Rioja
With whom she had a son
Born in the field.
-But, although I like happiness
Of that badly broken ass
I do not dance; another day i’ll dance
Knowing that loves and pains
Take away sleep
I, since I don't have these
I rest and sleep.
Copyright ©
Daniel De Culla
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