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Господе Боже

Белу хаљину обуци ми,
ону коју сам носила на венчању,
како год ишли по доктора,
наш ранч је веома далеко.
 
Не трошите се више на лекове,
снага ме већ напушта.
Обуци ми белу хаљину!
Господ ...ме дозива,
Господ ...ме дозива.
 
Господе Боже...
Господе Боже...
 
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Све у тишини остаје,
само јој Хуан говори:
погледај оне прелепе кукурузе
што расту на падини,
не желим ништа више,
поклонићу плантажу.
 
Господе Боже тако си желео
С Оцем се нико не игра,
С Оцем се нико не игра,,
 
Господе Боже...
Господе Боже...
Господ Бог ...ме призива...
 

The Girl from Málaga

Huastecan girl, you're so pretty
 
What lovely eyes you have
Under those two eyebrows
Under those two eyebrows
What lovely eyes you have
 
They want to look at me
But you won't let them
But you won't let them
Not even a wink
 
Charming Málaga girl
I'd love to kiss your lips
I'd love to kiss your lips
Charming Málaga girl
 
And to call you 'beautiful girl.'
 
You are pretty and enchanting
You are pretty and enchanting
Like the innocence of a rose
 
With your eyes you were declaring
That you loved me tenderly
That you loved me tenderly
With your eyes you were declaring
 
Ingrate, you were deceiving me
When I was away from you
When I was away from you
You mocked my passion
 
Charming Málaga girl
I'd love to kiss your lips
I'd love to kiss your lips
Charming Málaga girl
 
And to call you, 'beautiful girl.'
 
You were pretty and enchanting
You were pretty and enchanting
Like the innocence of a rose
Like the innocence of a rose
 

Rose Leave of Malaga

What pretty eyes you have,
Under those two eyebrows,
Under those two eyebrows,
What pretty eyes you have,
 
They want to look at me,
But if you don't let them,
But if you don't let them,
They don't even take a blink,
 
Rose leave of Malaga,
To kiss your lips is what I want,
To kiss your lips is what I want,
Rose leave of Malaga,
And to call you, beautiful girl,
 
For you are sweet
Sweet and bewitching,
For you are sweet and bewitching,
As the innocence of a rose,
 
If you despise me because I am poor,
I grant you reasoning,
I grant you reasoning,
If you despise me because I am poor,
 
I do not offer you wealth,
I offer you my heart,
I offer you my heart,
In exchange for my poverty,
 
Rose leave of Malaga,
To kiss your lips is what I want,
To kiss your lips is what I want,
Rose leave of Malaga,
And to call you, beautiful girl,
 
For you are sweet
Sweet and bewitching,
As the innocence of a rose,
And to call you, beautiful girl.