As a Moor I am more Moorish.
As a Christian, Christian.
As good I am more good.
As bad I am more bad.
I am badder than poison.
After having led me
all night of revelry.
After having taken me away
I come to purify
under your window
as if it were an altar.
I no longer look out at the fence
that used to show me.
I no longer look out of the fence,
I look out of the window
which falls into loneliness
which falls into loneliness.
I don't know if I will leave © to Ubrique
or I will go to Grazalema.
I don't know if I'll go to Ubrique
or Alcalá de los Gazules
or Alorno, which is my land.
I don't know if I'll go to Ubrique.
Barcelona gold
I promise you a ring.
Of Barcelona gold
if you say in the morning
that one who sings who it is
at night at your window.
I no longer look out to the fence
that I used to look out.
I no longer look out the fence,
I look out the window
which falls into loneliness
which falls into loneliness.

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