Description
Producer, mixing engineer: Yoel Molina
Producer: Christina Len
Mastering engineer: Fernando Delgado
A&R administrator: Alan Keipo
Lyricist: Traditional
Lyrics and translation
Original
En medio de tu corral está la luna parada, que no la deja correr la hermosura de tu cara.
Que no la deja correr la hermosura de tu cara.
Ábreme la puerta, cielo, no puedo, que vienes tarde, que a deshoras de la noche no se abre la puerta a nadie.
Y a deshoras de la noche no, no consienten mis padres.
En medio de tu corral está la luna parada, que no la deja correr la hermosura de tu cara.
Que no la deja correr la hermosura de tu cara.
Ábreme la puerta, cielo, no puedo, que vienes tarde, que a deshoras de la noche no se abre la puerta a nadie.
Y a deshoras de la noche no, no consienten mis padres.
La ronda se la echaban a, a todas, se la rondaba a todas en general.
Más que nada, pues, se hacía hincapié más en tu novia.
En vez de cantar un cantazo y cantaban seis, por ejemplo.
Me rondaba y yo, pues, dormía arriba.
Tenía un balcón y abría un poco el balcón y decía: «Ay, sí que está él».
Porque creía que no era él.
Y cantaba muy bien, muy bien, muy bien.
Y me parecía muy bonito.
English translation
In the middle of your corral is the moon standing still, which does not let the beauty of your face run away.
That the beauty of your face doesn't let her run away.
Open the door for me, honey, I can't, you're late, because at odd hours of the night the door is not opened to anyone.
And at odd hours of the night, no, my parents don't consent.
In the middle of your corral is the moon standing still, which does not let the beauty of your face run away.
That the beauty of your face doesn't let her run away.
Open the door for me, honey, I can't, you're late, because at odd hours of the night the door is not opened to anyone.
And at odd hours of the night, no, my parents don't consent.
They did the rounds for everyone, they rounded them all out in general.
More than anything, then, the emphasis was more on your girlfriend.
Instead of singing one song and singing six, for example.
He was around me and I, well, slept upstairs.
He had a balcony and he opened the balcony a little and said: "Oh, he is there."
Because I thought it wasn't him.
And he sang very well, very well, very well.
And I thought it was very pretty.