Paroles et traduction Canalejas de Puerto Real - Rocio (Bulerias)

Rocio (Bulerias)

Con sombrero negro, con chaqueta corta,
En las brujas horas del anocher
Por mi calle abajo pasaba un mocito
Del que sin saberlo yo me enamore.
Un domingo claro que abril sonreia
Se para en mi reja gallardo y juncal
Y me dijo alegre con "Con usted, mi vida,
Unas palabritas tengo yo que hablar".

Y hablamos de muchas cosas
Que el viento se las llevo,
Tan solamente una copla
En mi alma se quedo.
Rocio, ay, mi Rocio,
Manojito de claveles
Capullito florecio;
De pensar en tus quereres
Voy a perder sentio.
Porque te quiero, mi vida,
Como nadie te ha querido.
Rocio, ay, mi Rocio.

Se alejo el mocito de la vera mia,
Fue mentira todo lo que me juro
Y mis ojos lloran tras la celosia
Por aquel carino que se marchito.
Ayer por la tarde hablando en su oido
Con otra del brazo le he visto pasar;
Me ha vuelto la cara, no se ha conmovido,
Pero estoy segura que me vio llorar.

Que a pesar de sus desprecios
Yo no lo puedo olvidar,
Me acuerdo de aquella copla
Que un dia le oi cantar.

Rocio, ay, mi Rocio,
Manojito de claveles,
Capullito florecio;
De pensar en tus quereres
Voy a peder el sentio.
Porque te quiero mi vida,
Como nadie te ha querido,
Rocio, ay, mi Rocio.

Rocio (Bulerias)

With a black sombrero, with a short jacket,
In the bewitching hours of dusk
Down my street a young man passed
With whom I fell in love without knowing it.
One clear Sunday when April smiled
He stands at my gate, tall and slender
And said to me with joy: "With you, my life,
I have a few words to say."

And we talked about many things
That the wind carried away,
Only one verse
Remained in my soul.
Rocio, oh, my Rocio,
Bouquet of carnations
Blossom burst forth;
From thinking of your love
I will lose my mind.
Because I love you, my life,
As no one has ever loved you.
Rocio, oh, my Rocio.

The young man left my side,
All that he swore to me was a lie
And my eyes weep behind the lattice
For that affection that withered away.
Yesterday afternoon, speaking in his ear,
I saw him pass with another on his arm;
He turned his face away, he was not moved,
But I am sure he saw me cry.

That despite his disdain
I cannot forget him,
I remember that verse
That I once heard him sing.

Rocio, oh, my Rocio,
Bouquet of carnations,
Blossom burst forth;
From thinking of your love
I will lose my mind.
Because I love you, my life,
As no one has ever loved you,
Rocio, oh, my Rocio.