Lyrics of La Zarzamora - Lola Flores

La Zarzamora (original)

En el caf de Levante,
Entre palmas y alegras,
Cantaba la Zarzamora
Se lo pusieron de mote
Porque dicen que tena
Los ojos como las moras.
Le abro primero un tratante y ol
Y luego fu de un marqus
Que la llen de brillantes y ol
De la cabeza a los pies.
Deca la gente que si era de hielo,
Que si de los hombres se andaba burlando,
Hasta que una noche con rabia de celos,
A la Zarzamora pillaron llorando.
Que tiene la Zarzamora que a todas horas
Llora que llora por los rincones.
Ella que siempre rea y presuma
De que parta los corazones
Del querer hizo la prueba y un cario conoci
Que la trae y que la lleva por la calle del dolor
Los flamencos del colmao
La vigilan a deshora,
Porque se han empestillao
En saber del querer desgraciado
Que embruj a la Zarzamora.
Cuando sonaban las voces,
Una copla de agona
Lloraba la Zarzamora
Mas nadie daba razones
Ni el intrngulis saba
De aquella pena traidora
Pero una noche al levante y ol
Fu a buscarla una mujer.
Cuando la tuvo delante y ol
Se dijeron no se qu.
De aquello que hablaron ninguno saba
Ms la Zarzamora lo dijo llorando,
En una coplilla que pronto corri
Y que ya la gente la va publicando.
Que tiene la Zarzamora que a todas horas…

(translation)

In the Levante cafe,
Between palms and cheers,
The blackberry sang
They gave it a nickname
because they say I had
Eyes like blackberries.
I open a dealer first and ol
And then it was from a marquis
That they fill it with brilliant and ol
From her head to her feet.
People said that if it was made of ice,
That if he was making fun of men,
Until one night, in a rage of jealousy,
Zarzamora was caught crying.
What does the Blackberry have that at all hours
Cry that cries in the corners.
She who always laughs and brags
That she breaks hearts
Of wanting she did the test and I met a dear
That brings her from her and that takes her through the street of pain
The flamingos of colmao
They watch her at the wrong time,
Because they have been bolted
In knowing the unhappy want
That bewitched the Blackberry.
When the voices sounded,
A couplet of agony
The Blackberry cried
But no one gave reasons
Not even the intrngulis knew
Of that treacherous sorrow
But one night up and ol
He went to find her a woman.
When he had it in front of her and ol
They said I don't know what.
Nobody knew about what they talked about
Ms Blackberry said it crying,
In a couplet that soon ran
And that people are already publishing it.
What does the Blackberry have that at all hours…