Lyrics of Romance de Rosabella y Domingo - Celtas Cortos

Romance de Rosabella y Domingo (original)

Entre todas la más bella
Una flor de mi jardín
Mas bella que un querubín
Y se llama Rosabella
Rosabella sube y baja
Por las calles de la aldea
Y su cadera menea
Y enloquece a quien la ama
Pero ella tiene un problema
Que a ojos vista la remata
Y es que nunca ha confesado
Que en verdad es un muchachín
Ay ay ay, tu me matas, si con tu mulata
Ay ay ay tu me matas si con tu mulata
Rosabella va a la plaza los viernes
En el mercado y sólo compra manzanas
En el puesto de un mulato
A él dedica sus sonrisas
A el dedica sus miradas
Y se besan a escondidas
Y se aman en luna clara
Este mulato tan guapo
Se llama Domingo Pérez
Es el mas chulo del barrio
A quien quieren las mujeres
Ay ay ay, tu me matas, si con tu mulata
Ay ay ay tu me matas si con tu mulata
Los padres de Rosabella
La han casado con Domingo
Es hijo de campesinos
Un muchachito muy lindo
Nadie sabe que Domingo
En verdad es una mulata
Que vestida de chiquillo
Ha dado a todos la lata
Y ya los padres felices
Respiran por fin tranquilos
Han encontrado salida
A este cruce de caminos
Ay ay ay, tu me matas, si con tu mulata
Ay ay ay tu me matas si con tu mulata

(translation)

among all the most beautiful
A flower from my garden
More beautiful than a cherub
And her name is Rosabella
Rosabella goes up and down
Through the streets of the village
And her hip wiggles
And she drives whoever loves her crazy
But she has a problem
That in the eyes of her view finishes it off
And it is that she has never confessed
That she really is a boy
Oh oh oh, you kill me, yes with your mulatto
Ay ay ay you kill me if with your mulatto
Rosabella goes to the square on Fridays
In the market and she only buys apples
In the position of a mulatto
To him she dedicates her smiles
To him he dedicates his glances
And they kiss secretly
And they love each other in a clear moon
This handsome mulatto
His name is Domingo Pérez
He is the coolest in the neighborhood
who women want
Oh oh oh, you kill me, yes with your mulatto
Ay ay ay you kill me if with your mulatto
Rosabella's parents
They have married her to Domingo
He is the son of peasants
A very cute little boy
Nobody knows that Sunday
In truth he is a mulatto
that dressed as a boy
She has given everyone the can
And already happy parents
finally breathe easy
have found a way out
To this crossroads
Oh oh oh, you kill me, yes with your mulatto
Ay ay ay you kill me if with your mulatto