The Renaissance Players - Por la tu puerta (sefardic song) | Текст песни

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Puncha, puncha la rosa huele
que el amor muncho duele.
Tu no nacites para mi:
presto alexate de mi.

Acodrate d'aquella hora
que yo te bezava la boca.
Aquella hora ya paso,
dolor quedo al coracon.

Montanas altas y mares hondas,
llevame onde 'l mi querido
llevame onde 'l mi amor,
el que me de consolacion.

Si otra vez me queres ver,
sale afuera te havlare.
Echa los ojos a la mar:
alli me puedes encontrar.

Pungent, pungent is the
rose's perfume
when love suffers great sorrow.
You were not born for me:
quickly, get away from me!

Do you remember the time
when I used to kiss your mouth?
That time has passed,
sorrow remains in my heart.

High mountains and deep seas,
lead me to my darling;
lead me to my beloved
who would console me.

If you wish to see me once more,
come outside to speak!
Cast your eyes at the sea:
There you will be able to find me.

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