Berretín

From the mishio neighborhood where the sabalaje
threw the anger for any zoncera,
comes your look that you look diquera
for those streets of the camandulaje.
I, who know your previous passage,
when I bell you turned into silk,
I bend down my 'gray' so that you can not
pass heat in front of me.

Who would believe that you,
the most dull on the corner,
would have made a mess of your reveries!
Your berretines, your magical beleños,
made you see life with a lot of fantasy.

What will you do when you see
tomorrow a little haze
in the smoky absinthe of your follies?
Don't you see what you've done with that madness?
You've given a stumble to that foolishness.

Just like that fine milonguita
who ran away to the center of Chiclana,
you left without thinking that the weird things
the strange things that someone was selling you.
I dreamed of that joy
of making a course together with your love,
I find that today you're giving a wink
to the luxury that was your berretín.