Paroles et traduction Lola Flores - Paloma La De Alcalá

Paloma La De Alcalá

En un pueblo de Sevilla,
Hubo una linda famosa
Mas blanca que un palomar,
Y en la ventana una chiquilla
Con la cara de una rosa,
Paloma la de Alcala.

Venian los señorones
Con las onzas por razones,
Sus labios busca buscando,
Mas ella con gracia y tino,
Les daba copas de vino, y asi la iba burlando.

Mas cuando llegaban las claras del dia
Con brillo en los ojos Paloma decia:

Viva usted don Jose, viva usted don Miguel, viva usted don Fernando
Que la vida se pasa volando, volando y olé,
No me hable usted de querer
Por que tengo un caché que lo estoy camelando
Y me paso las noches llorando, llorando por el,
Despues que le di mi aroma se aleja de mi rosal,
Pues hasta el pan que se coma se le vuelva pedernal.

Juro y no es cosa de broma,
Que lo tengo que matar
Como me llamo Paloma
Ay Paloma la de Alcalá.

Una noche silenciosas
De esas de mantos floridos y casi de madrugá,
Llego a la ventana ojerosa
Con el rosto enmohecido Paloma la de Alcalá.

Salieron los señorones
Preguntando las razones,
Mas ella dijo riendo,
Vamos a beber solera,
Que estamos en primavera y tó se cura bebiendo.

Mas cuando llegaron las claras del dia,
Con llanto en los ojos Paloma decia:

Viva usted don Jose, viva usted don Miguel, viva usted don Fernando
Que ya estan las campanas doblando,
Doblando por el,
Lo cele lo busque y con otra mujer lo encontre al mal nacido
Y alli mismo pago su destino que yo lo mate.

Por mi vendran preguntando y no me habré de negar,
Me encontraran despachando como la que no ha hecho ná.

Juro y no es cosa de broma que voy justo al penal,
Como me llamo Paloma ay Paloma la de Alcalá.

Paloma from Alcalá

In a village in Seville,
There was a beautiful and famous
Girl whiter than a dovecote,
And at the window a girl
With the face of a rose,
Dove of Alcalá.

Lords used to come
With ounces as reasons,
Looking for her lips,
But with grace and wit,
She would give them glasses of wine, and thus she would fool them.

But when the daylight came,
With brightness in her eyes, Paloma would say:

Long live Sir Jose, long live Sir Miguel, long live Sir Fernando,
For life flies past,
Don't talk to me about love
Because I have a price that I'm tricking
And I spend my nights crying, crying for him,
Since I gave him my scent he's left my rose bush,
So that even the bread he eats will turn into flint.

I swear and it's not a joke,
I have to kill him
As my name is Paloma
Oh, Paloma of Alcalá.

One silent night
Of those with flowered cloaks and almost at dawn,
Paloma of Alcalá arrived at the window with dark circles under her eyes
And a pale face.

The lords came out
Asking for reasons,
But she said laughing,
Let's drink some solera,
For it's spring and everything is cured by drinking.

But when the daylight came,
With tears in her eyes Paloma would say:

Long live Sir Jose, long live Sir Miguel, long live Sir Fernando,
For the bells are already tolling,
Tolling for him,
I looked for him and found him with another woman, that evil man.
And there and then he paid his debt when I killed him.

They will come asking for me and I will not deny it,
They will find me serving drinks like someone who has done nothing.

I swear and it's not a joke that I'm going straight to prison,
As my name is Paloma, oh Paloma of Alcalá.