Lyrics of En casa del herrero - Pablo Alboran

En casa del herrero (original)

Casa del herrero, cuchara de palo, palo
Que dejo mi padre que es buen gitano
Casa del herrero prima mía cuchara de palo
(ay) que dejo mi padre que es buen gitano
Ay gitana si tu me quieres
Ay no me quieras tanto
Que mi corazón se muere y ya se está revelando
Que yo siempre ando escuchando quien me compró unos corales
Asómate a la ventana pa´enseñarte los lunares
Pero como yo no tengo
Yo te doy los de mi madre
Y dijo Dios
Y dijo Dios
Que el que no tenga pecado que tire la primera piedra
Y tuviste que ser tú, por se mala compañera
Todas las flores son bonitas
De pronto llega el invierno y las flores se marchitan
Ay que las flores se marchitan
Asómate a la ventana pa´enseñarte los lunares
Asómate a la ventana pa´enseñarte los lunares
Tú pensabas que eran pintados y eran mios naturales

(translation)

Blacksmith's house, wooden spoon, stick
That my father who is a good gypsy left
House of the blacksmith my cousin wooden spoon
(ay) that my father who is a good gypsy left
Oh gypsy if you love me
Oh don't love me so much
That my heart is dying and is already revealing itself
That I am always listening to who bought me some corals
Look out the window to show you the moles
But since I don't have
I give you those of my mother
and God said
and God said
Let the one who has no sin cast the first stone
And it had to be you, for being a bad partner
all flowers are pretty
Suddenly winter comes and the flowers wither
Oh, the flowers wither
Look out the window to show you the moles
Look out the window to show you the moles
You thought they were painted and they were mine naturally