Текст и перевод песни Amália Rodrigues - Los Piconeros

Los Piconeros

Ya se ocultó la luna, luna lunera
Ha abierto su ventana la piconera
La piconera y el piconero
Va a la sierra cantando con el lucero, con el lucero

Ya viene el día, ya viene mare'
Ya viene el día, ya viene mare'
Ya alumbrando sus claras los olivares
Ya alumbrando sus claras los olivares

Ay, que me diga que sí
Ay, que me diga que no
Como no lo ha querido ninguna lo quiero yo
Mi piconero con el picón
Por tu culpa, culpita, yo tengo
Negro, negrito mi corazón
Por tu culpa, culpita, yo tengo
Negro, negrito mi corazón

Faja de se'a lleva mi piconero
Y un marsellés borda'o de terciopelo
De terciopelo mare' y en el sombrero
Una cinta que dice: "por ti me muero, por ti me muero"

Ya viene el día, ya viene mare'
Ya viene el día, ya viene mare'
Ya alumbrando sus claras los olivares
Ya alumbrando sus claras los olivares

Ay, que me diga que sí
Ay, que me diga que no
Como no te camela ninguna te quiero yo
Mi piconero con el picón
Por tu culpa, culpita, yo tengo
Negro, negrito mi corazón
Por tu culpa, culpita, yo tengo
Negro, negrito mi corazón

The Quarrymen

The moon is hidden now, moon, moon
The quarry girl has opened her window
The quarry girl and the quarry boy
Are going to the mountain, singing with the morning star, with the morning star

Day is coming, day is coming, my love
Day is coming, day is coming, my love
It is already illuminating the olives' grove
It is already illuminating the olives' grove

Oh, let her tell me yes
Oh, let her tell me no
Since no one has ever loved her, I will
My quarry boy with the pick
Because of you, my fault, I have
Black, very black my heart
Because of you, my fault, I have
Black, very black my heart

My quarry boy wears a silk sash
And a French vest, embroidered with velvet
With velvet, my love, and on his hat
A ribbon that says: "I die for you, I die for you"

Day is coming, day is coming, my love
Day is coming, day is coming, my love
It is already illuminating the olives' grove
It is already illuminating the olives' grove

Oh, let her tell me yes
Oh, let her tell me no
Since no one makes you fall in love, I will
My quarry boy with the pick
Because of you, my fault, I have
Black, very black my heart
Because of you, my fault, I have
Black, very black my heart