Los laureles

Γ‡y, qu?laureles tan verdes!
î“—u?rosas tan encendidas!
Si piensas abandonarme mejor quitame la vida;
Alza los ojos a verme
Si no est醩 comprometido.

Eres mata de algod髇
Que vives en el capullo;
Ay, qu?tristeza me da
Cuando te llenas de orgullo
De ver a mi coraz髇
Enredado con el tuyo!

Eres rosa de castilla
Que sé«„o en mayo se ve
Quisiera hacerte un invite,
Pero la verda no s?
Si tiene quié–š te lo evite,
Mejor me separar?

Por ai va la despedida,
Chinito por tus quereres
La perdici髇 de los hombres
Son las benditas mujeres;

Y aqu?se acaban cantando
Los versos de los laureles.

The laurels

Ay, how green the laurels are!
What fiery roses!
If you're thinking of leaving me better
To take away my life;
Lift your eyes to look at me
If you are not engaged to be married.

You are a sprig of cotton
That lives in the bud;
Ay, what sadness i feel
When you fill yourself with haughtiness
Upon seeing my heart
Entangled with yours!

You are a rose from castille
That can only be seen in may
I would like to invite you,
But in truth i don't know
If there is someone in the way
Better that i go away.

So goes the farewell
Chinito, to your affections
The blessed women
Are the ruin of men;
And here ends the singing
Of the verses of the laurels