While your spouse, beauty Mladen,
In the other six have not yet concluded, —
Go to the graves source
And draw spring water,
And think, my dearest:
Jet as uncollectable
glitters, runs and disappears -
So life's time runs away,
In the harem so I disappear.
Night zephyr
Stirs the air.
rustles,
Is running
Guadalquivir.
Here the moon rose, The Golden,
Hush ... chu ... guitar ringing ...
Here is a young Spaniard
Operlasya the balcony.
Night zephyr
Stirs the air.
rustles,
Is running
Guadalquivir.
Throw mantilla, angel cute,
And stand as a bright day!
Through the iron railings
Leg marvelous proden!
Night zephyr
Stirs the air.
rustles,
Is running
Guadalquivir.
