Take this golden dagger and stand in the four corners. Give me your daggers, daggers, daggers. Tell me that you forget me. That with the air that you take me when you go to walk to the lighthouse of the queue that you are going to pay me. The world goes on and on, although my body has run. The world goes on and on, as here my soul leaves me since I have come for her, although my body has run. The world goes on and on. Take this golden dagger and stand in the four corners. Give me your daggers, daggers, daggers. Tell me that you forget me. That with the air that you take me when you go to walk to the lighthouse of the queue that you are going to pay me. Why would I offend you if I knew, comrade, that she offended you? With that she would fight me, that even if I gave myself, it was death. Death has the queen of my insides, her black fan, that for her eyes, that for her eyes, girl, that for her eyes, there is no girl who has her all over Spain. And I'm painting and painting you, the layman of the brazier. And at the same time I'm leaving, how great, for how much I love you. Give me that, Rafael, to have the water so close and not be able to drink it. Give me that, Rafael, to have the water so close and not be able to drink it. Give me that, Rafael, to have the water so close and not be able to drink it. Give me that, Rafael, to have the water so close and not be able to drink it. Give me that, Rafael, to have the water so close and not be able to drink it. Give me that, Rafael, to have the water so close and not be able to drink it.