Rocío Dúrcal "Ay mi Rocío" lyrics

Ay mi Rocío

Con sombrero negro, y chaqueta corta,en las brujas horas del anocherpor mi calle abajo pasaba un mocitodel que sin saberlo yo me enamoré.Un domingo claro que abril sonreíase paró en mi reja gallardo y juncaly me dijo alegre "Con usted, mi vida,unas palabritas tengo yo que hablar".

Y hablamos de muchas cosasque el viento se las llevó,tan solamente una coplaen mi alma se quedó.Rocío, ay, mi Rocío,manojito de clavelescapullito florecío;de pensar en tus quereresvoy a perder sentío.Porque te quiero, mi vía,como naidie te ha querío.Rocío, ay, mi Rocío.

Se alejo el mocito de la vera mía,fue mentira todo lo que me juróy mis ojos lloran tras la celosíapor aquel cariño que se marchitó.Ayer por la tarde hablando en su oídocon otra del brazo le he visto pasar;me ha vuelto la cara, no se ha conmovido,pero estoy segura que me vio llorar.

Y a pesar de sus despreciosyo no lo puedo olvidar,me acuerdo de aquella coplaque un día le oí cantar.

Rocío, ay, mi Rocío,manojito de claveles,capullito florecío;de pensar en tus quereresvoy a peder el sentío.Porque te quiero mi vía,como naidie te ha querío,Rocío, ay, mi Rocío.

Oh my Rocio!

Wearing black hat and short jacket,at the magic hours of nightfalldown my street walked a handsome young fellowwith whom, without knowing, I did fall in love.A bright sunday morning when april smiled,he stopped at my window, handsome and gallant,and he told me lively, "a few words, my life,have to exchange with you".

And we talked about many thingsthat with the wind they were gone,and of all of them a 'copla'only remained in my soul:"Rocío, oh my Rocío!small handful of carnations,little bud already in bloom;thinking of your affectionmy mind I'm going to loose,because I love you, my life,like nobody ever loved you,Rocío, oh my Rocío".

My young fellow went away from my side,whatever he swore me was it all a lie,and my eyes are crying behind my lattice-windowfor that love that withered away.Yesterday I saw him passing by with other,talkint in her ear and holding her hands,he turned his face, he wasn't moved,but I am sure that he saw my cry.

And in spite of his disdainI will never forget him,in my soul remained a 'copla'that one day he sung to me:"Rocío, oh my Rocío,small handfull of carnationsLittle bud already in bloom;thinking in your affectionmy mind i'm going to loose,because I love you, my life,like nobody ever loved you,Rocío, oh my Rocío".